The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur’d for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,–at which my soul aches to think,– Intoxicated with eternity.
LORD BYRONThere is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
More Lord Byron Quotes
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I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.
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Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
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The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.
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What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.
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And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.
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I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.
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A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
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What’s drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
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For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
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Newton, (that Proverb of the Mind,) alas! Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent, That he himself felt only “like a youth Picking up shells by the great Ocean-Truth.”
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Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
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The lapse of ages changes all things – time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.
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The great object of life is Sensation – to feel that we exist – even though in pain – it is this “craving void” which drives us to gaming – to battle – to travel – to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.
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If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself…that a tiger is an optical illusion–well, he will find out he is wrong.
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Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.
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