Quote #115
The dust we tread upon was once alive.
More from Lord Byron
- I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse,-borne away with every breath!
- All farewells should be sudden.
- By all that 's good and glorious.
- The 'good old times' - all times when old are good - Are gone.
- Which makes life itself a lie, Flattering dust with eternity.
- Where is he, the champion and the child Of all that's great or little, wise or wild; Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones;…
- O Mirth and Innocence! O milk and water! Ye happy mixtures of more happy days.
- While Franklin's quiet memory climbs to heaven, Calming the lightning which he thence hath riven, Or drawing from the no less kindled earth…