Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers. – Lord Byron
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. – Lord Byron
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers. – Lord Byron
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. – Lord Byron
This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions. – Lord Byron