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'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down
Over the waste of waters, like a veil,
Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown
Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.

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More quotes by Lord Byron

How my soul hates This language,
Which makes life itself a lie,
Flattering dust with eternity.

Sardanapalus (1821)

For freedom's battle, once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.

The Giaour (1813)

A great poet belongs to no country; his works are public property, and his Memoirs the inheritance of the public.

Conversations of Lord Byron with Thomas Medwin (1832)

She was his life,
The ocean to the river of his thoughts,
Which terminated all.

The Dream (1816)

There 's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.

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