I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.

Lord Byron

Mots clés humor belief christianity atheism religious

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More brave than firm,
and more disposed to dare
And die at once
than wrestle with despair...

Lord Byron

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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 everything 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment. All the discoveries which have yet been made have multiplied little but existence.

Lord Byron

Mots clés progress death

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Oh pleasure, you're indeed a pleasant thing, / Although one must be damned for you no doubt. / I make a resolution every spring / Of reformation, ere the year run out.

Lord Byron

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When people say, "I've told you fifty times," / They mean to scold, and very often do; / When poets say, "I've written fifty rhymes," / They make you dread that they 'II recite them too;
In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; / At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, / But then, no doubt, it equally as true is, / A good deal may be bought for fifty Louis.

Lord Byron

Mots clés poetry don-juan

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

Lord Byron

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What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

Lord Byron

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They grieved for those who perished with the cutter, and also for the biscuit casks and butter.

Lord Byron

Mots clés don-juan

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Old man! 'Tis not difficult to die.

Lord Byron

Mots clés manfred

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We'll Go No More A-roving

So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.

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.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

Lord Byron

Mots clés life love passion poetry ageing

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