Lord Byron - Don Juan

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Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

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Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

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…He was the mildest mannered man
That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.

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We learn from Horace, Homer sometimes sleeps;
We feel without him: Wordsworth sometimes wakes.

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In her first passion woman loves her lover,
In all the others all she loves is love.

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For man, to man so oft unjust,
Is always so to women; one sole bond Awaits them, treachery is all their trust;
Taught to conceal, their bursting hearts despond
Over their idol, till some wealthier lust
Buys them in marriage —and what rests beyond?
A thankless husband, next a faithless lover,
Then dressing, nursing, praying, and all's over.

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Not so Leonidas and Washington,
Whose every battlefield is holy ground,
Which breathes of nations saved, not worlds undone.

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The mountains look on Marathon—
And Marathon looks on the sea;
And musing there an hour alone,
I dreamed that Greece might still be free.

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When Bishop Berkeley said 'there was no matter',
And proved it—'twas no matter what he said.

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The truly brave,
When they behold the brave oppressed with odds,
Are touched with a desire to shield and save:—
A mixture of wild beasts and demi-gods
Are they—now furious as the sweeping wave.

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A little still she strove, and much repented,
And whispering 'I will ne'er consent'—consented.

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These two hated with a hate Found only on the stage.

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Society is now one polished horde,
Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.

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Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.

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Man, being reasonable, must get drunk;
The best of life is but intoxication.

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But—Oh! ye lords of ladies intellectual,
Inform us truly, have they not hen-pecked you all?

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What, silent still? and silent all?
Ah! no;—the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall.

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All tragedies are finished by a death,
All comedies are ended by a marriage;
The future states of both are left to faith.

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And Coleridge, too, has lately taken wing,
But, like a hawk encumbered with his hood,
Explaining metaphysics to the nation—
I wish he would explain his explanation.

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