16 Lord Byron Quotes on History
Lord Byron quotes on history
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Don Juan (1818-1824)
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The Cincinnatus of the West, Whom envy dared not hate, Bequeath'd the name of Washington, To make man blush there was but one!
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The best of prophets of the future is the past.
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They never fail who die In a great cause.
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Such is the aspect of this shore; 'T is Greece, but living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.
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Shrine of the mighty! can it be That this is all remains of thee?
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For freedom's battle, once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won.
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Such hath it been - shall be - beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one!
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He left a corsair's name to other times, Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
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The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
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The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old! The dead but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
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The dust we tread upon was once alive.
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The 'good old times' - all times when old are good - Are gone.
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While Franklin's quiet memory climbs to heaven, Calming the lightning which he thence hath riven, Or drawing from the no less kindled earth Freedom and peace to that which boasts his birth; While Washington's a watchword, such as ne'er Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.
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I never heard a single expression of fondness for him fall from the lips of any of those who knew him well.
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In a room at the end of the garden to this house was a magnificent rocking-horse, which a friend had given my little boy; and Lord Byron, with a childish glee becoming a poet, would ride upon it. Ah! why did he ever ride his Pegasus to less advantage?
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