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"Yet doth he live!" exclaims th' impatient heir,
And sighs for sables which he must not wear.
Topic: Expectation
Source: Lara (canto I, st. 3)
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Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried?
Topic: Experience
Source: The Corsair (canto I, st. 1)
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Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes)
Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire
Until she spoke, then through its soft disguise
Flash'd an expression more of pride than ire,
And love than either; and there would arise,
A something in them which was not desire,
But would have been, perhaps, but for the soul,
Which struggled through and chansten'd down the whole.
Topic: Eyes
Source: Don Juan (canto I, st. 60)
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With eyes that look'd into the very soul--
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Bright--and as black and burning as coal.
Topic: Eyes
Source: Don Juan (canto IV, st. 94)
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And her face so fair
Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.
Topic: Faces
Source: Don Juan (canto IV, st. 29)
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Yet even her tyranny had such a grace,
The women pardoned all, except her face.
Topic: Faces
Source: Don Juan (canto V, st. 113)
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And to his eye
There was but one beloved face on earth,
And that was shining on him.
Topic: Faces
Source: The Dream (st. 2)
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I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
Topic: Fame
Source: from Moore's "Life of Bryon"
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What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper:
Some liken it to climbing up a hill,
Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour:
For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill,
And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper,"
To have, when the original is dust,
A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.
Topic: Fame
Source: Don Juan (canto I, st. 218)
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Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
Topic: Fame
Source: Monody on the Death of the Rt. Hon. R.B. Sheridan (l. 68)
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O Fame!--if I e'er took delight in thy praises,
'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases,
Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover
She thought that I was not unworthy to love her.
Topic: Fame
Source: Stanzas Written on the Road Between Florence and Pisa
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Here's a sigh to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate;
And whatever sky's above me,
Here's a heart for every fate.
Topic: Fate
Source: To Thomas Moore (st. 2)
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Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so,
Not for thy faults, but mine.
Topic: Faults
Source: Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 77)
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There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gather'd then
Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
Topic: Festivities
Source: Childe Harold (canto III, st. 21)
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Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.
Topic: Festivities
Source: Don Juan (canto II, st. 178)
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The music, and the banquet, and the wine--
The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers,
The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments--
The white arms and the raven hair--the braids,
And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace,
An India in itself, yet dazzling not.
Topic: Festivities
Source: Marino Faliero (act IV, sc. 1, l. 51)
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Not fewer than three nor more than nine.
[Lat., Neque pauciores tribus, neque plures novem.]
Topic: Festivities
Source: Marino Faliero (act IV, sc. 1, l. 51)
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A feast not profuse but elegant; more of salt [refinement] than
of expense.
[Lat., Non ampliter, sed munditer convivium; plus salis quam
sumptus.]
Topic: Festivities
Source: Marino Faliero (act IV, sc. 1, l. 51)
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And angling too, that solitary vice,
What Izaak Walton sings or says:
The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet
Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.
Topic: Fishing
Source: Don Juan (canto XIII, st. 106)
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Modesty is the only sure bait when you are fishing for praise.
Topic: Fishing
Source: Don Juan (canto XIII, st. 106)
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As the lone Angler, patient man,
At Mewry-Water, or the Banne,
Leaves off, against his placid wish,
Impaling worms to torture fish.
Topic: Fishing
Source: Don Juan (canto XIII, st. 106)
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Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Topic: Folly
Source: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers (l. 6)
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Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
Topic: Folly
Source: Monody on the Death of the Rt. Hon. R.B. Sheridan (l. 68)
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Hereditary bondsmen! Know ye not
Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
Topic: Freedom
Source: Childe Harold (canto II, st. 76)
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Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying,
Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.
Topic: Freedom
Source: Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 98)
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For Freedom's battle once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft is ever won.
Topic: Freedom
Source: Giaour (l. 123)
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Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah hath triumphed--his people are free.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
Topic: Freedom
Source: Sacred Songs--Sound of loud Timbrel
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Ah! were I sever'd from thy side,
Where were thy friend and who my guide?
Years have not seen, Time shall not see
The hour that tears my soul from thee.
Topic: Friends
Source: The Bride of Abydos (canto I, st. 11)
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Friendship is Love without his wings!
Topic: Friendship
Source: L' Amitie est l' Amour sans Ailes (st. 1)
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In friendship I early was taught to believe;
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I have found that a friend may profess, yet deceive.
Topic: Friendship
Source: Lines addressed to the Rev. J.T. Becher (st. 7)
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Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.
Topic: Glory
Source: Monody on the Death of the Rt. Hon. R.B. Sheridan
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A thirst for gold,
The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm
The meanest hearts.
Topic: Gold
Source: The Vision of Judgment (st. 43)
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A thousand years scarce serve to form a state;
An hour may lay it in the dust.
Topic: Government
Source: Childe Harold (canto II, st. 84)
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Perhaps the early grave
Which men weep over may be meant to save.
Topic: Grave
Source: Don Juan (canto IV, st. 12)
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Of all
The fools who flock'd to swell or see the show
Who car'd about the corpse? The funeral
Made the attraction, and the black the woe;
There throbb'd not there a thought which pierc'd the pall.
Topic: Grave
Source: Vision of Judgment (st. 10)
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Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,
Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,
Now melt into sorrow, now madded to crime?
Topic: Greece
Source: The Bride of Abydos (canto I)
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Ancient of days! august Athena! where,
Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul?
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were;
First in the race that led to glory's goal,
They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?
Topic: Greece
Source: Childe Harold (canto II, st. 2)
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Fair Greece! and relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more; though fallen great!
Topic: Greece
Source: Childe Harold (canto II, st. 73)
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The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
Where grew the arts of war and peace,--
Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.
Topic: Greece
Source: Don Juan (canto III, st. 86)
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Such is the aspect of this shore;
'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.
Topic: Greece
Source: The Giaour (l. 90)
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Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water!
Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
Topic: Happiness
Source: Beppo (st. 80)
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. . . all who joy would win
Must share it.--Happiness was born a twin.
Topic: Happiness
Source: Don Juan (canto II, st. 172)
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There comes
For ever something between us and what
We deem our happiness.
Topic: Happiness
Source: Sardanapalus (act I, sc. 2)
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But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and
the life he leads?
Topic: Happiness
Source: Sardanapalus (act I, sc. 2)
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These two hated with a hate
Found only on the stage.
Topic: Hatred
Source: Don Juan (canto IV, st. 93)
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Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Topic: Hatred
Source: Don Juan (canto XII, st. 6)
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When health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing,
And flies with every changing gale of spring.
Topic: Health
Source: Childish Recollections (l. 3)
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He ne'er presumed to make an error clearer;--
In short, there never was a better hearer.
Topic: Hearing
Source: Don Juan (canto XIV, st. 37)
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His heart was one of those which most enamour us,
Wax to receive, and marble to retain.
Topic: Heart
Source: Beppo (st. 34)
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Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, oh, give me back my heart!
Topic: Heart
Source: Maid of Athens (st. 1)
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