Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it. – Lord Byron
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of. – Lord Byron
Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it. – Lord Byron
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of. – Lord Byron
Theres naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion. – Lord Byron
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. – Lord Byron