Quote #44
Seek out - less often sought than found - A Soldier's Grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy Ground, And take thy Rest.
More from Lord Byron
- My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of Love are gone; The worm - the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!
- I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
- What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
- Hands promiscuously applied, Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
- Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers, wooing the caress More dazzlingly…
- They never fail who die In a great cause.
- Sublime tobacco! which from east to west Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest.
- I'll publish right or wrong: Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.