Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart-- The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd-- To fetters and damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),

Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)

Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)

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But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.

— George Gordon Byron

And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.

— Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

— Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)

Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth; Her eyebrow's shape was like the aerial bow, Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth, Mounting, at times, to a transparent glow, As if her veins ran lightning.

— Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)

Thou who hast The fatal gist of beauty.

— Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)