Though fame is smoke, its fumes are frankincense to human thoughts.
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So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.George Gordon Byron
I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
George Gordon Byron
Italia O Italia thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.
George Gordon Byron
But hush hark a deep sound strikes like a rising knell Did ye not hear it No 't was but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street. On with the dance let joy be unconfined No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
George Gordon Byron
Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.
George Gordon Byron
A quiet conscience makes one so serene.
George Gordon Byron
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