Quote #68
For freedom's battle, once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won.
More from Lord Byron
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- Hark! to the hurried question of despair: 'Where is my child?'-an echo answers, 'Where?'
- The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name.