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There is music in all things, if men had ears.

Lord Byron

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.
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Ache Along Country Eternity Leave Limpid People Person Reviry Think Unbound
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
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Always Fiction Strange Stranger Truth
We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
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Day Die Dreading Fool Lathing Life Live Shall Steal Terror Time Us
A drop of ink may make a million think.
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Drop Ink May Million Think
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
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Biggest Dare Food Reason Slave
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
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Drop Ink Small Thing Word
You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
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Gave Heart Key Knock Love Make
Always laugh when you can; it is cheap medicine. Merriment is a philosophy not well understood. It is the sunny side of existence.
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Always Cheap Existence Laugh Medicine Philosophy Side Sunny Understood Well
I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.
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Beauty Dreamt Duty Found Life Slep Woke
And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music… Speak to me!
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Before Hear Music Once Perish Speak Voice
Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.
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All Custom Depth Found Gem Scale Surface Thing Truth Weighted
The busy have no time for tears.
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Busy Schedule Tear Time
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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Been Known Lord Mercantile Politician Wait Written
My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.
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Add Head Heart Passion Rhyme
Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.
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Treasure Tyranny Worst
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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Crave Drive Even Exist Feel Game Great Life Object Pain Sensation Though Void

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