Lord Byron - Mind Quotes

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The keenest pangs the wretched find
Are rapture to the dreary void,
The leafless desert of the mind,
The waste of feelings unemployed.

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Eternal spirit of the chainless mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art.

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The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.

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The beings of the mind are not of clay;
Essentially immortal, they create And multiply in us a brighter ray And more beloved existence.

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Years steal
Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb;
And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

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A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

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What an antithetical mind! - tenderness, roughness - delicacy, coarseness - sentiment, sensuality - soaring and groveling, dirt and deity - all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!

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'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.

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But take this with thee: if I was not form'd
To prize a love like thine, a mind like thine,
Nor dote even on thy beauty — as I've doted
On lesser charms, for no cause save that such
Devotion was a duty, and I hated
All that look'd like a chain for me or others
(This even rebellion must avouch); yet hear
These words, perhaps among my last — that none
E'er valued more thy virtues, though he knew not
To profit by them…

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Such was Zuleika, such around her shone
The nameless charms unmarked by her alone—
The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,
And oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!

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It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship

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Pythagoras, Locke, Socrates - but pages might be filled up, as vainly as before, with the sad usage of all sorts of sages, who in his life-time, each was deemed a bore! The loftiest minds outrun their tardy ages.

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So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death.

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