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Lord Byron

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.

– Lord Byron

Men love in haste but

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

– Lord Byron

There is no instinct like

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

– Lord Byron

Tis sweet to know there

‘Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.

– Lord Byron

For the sword outwears its

For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.

– Lord Byron

What is Death so it

What is Death, so it be but glorious? ‘Tis a sunset;
And mortals may be happy to resemble
The Gods but in decay.
– LORD BYRON

On with the dance Let

On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined.

– Lord Byron

The Angels were all singing

The Angels were all singing out of tune,
And hoarse with having little else to do,
Excepting to wind up the sun and moon
Or curb a runaway young star or two.

– Lord Byron

Absence that common cure of

Absence – that common cure of love.

– Lord Byron

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
– Lord Byron

Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give No hollow aid; alone–man with his God must strive.
– Lord Byron

If from Society we learn to live Tis Solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers.
– Lord Byron

Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.
– Lord Byron

This is to be along; this, this is solitude!
– Lord Byron

Among them, but not of them.
– Lord Byron

The ”good old times” — all times when old are good.
– Lord Byron

Rough Johnson, the great moralist.
– Lord Byron

There is no instinct like that of the heart.
– Lord Byron

That music in itself, whose sounds are song,The poetry of speech.
– Lord Byron

Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!
– Lord Byron