Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. – Lord Byron
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive. – Lord Byron
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. – Lord Byron
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive. – Lord Byron
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep. – Lord Byron