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zygmoscott: “Those who will not reason are bigots; those who cannot are fools; and those who dare not are slaves.” ~ George Gordon Byron

SnatcherInThePi: Cabochon Juan by Lord George Gordon Byron

SnatcherInThePi: Nucleon Juan by Lord George Gordon Byron

CoachABurkett: “Always laugh when you can...it is the cheapest medicine.” -George Gordon, Lord Byron

boutheinazoghl2: “All who joy would win Must share it -- Happiness was born a twin.” ― George Gordon Byron, Don Juan 1788- 1824

JoeyCutless: They never fail who die in a great cause. -George Gordon Byron

jeongjunepark: Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves. -George Gordon Byron

GSWSyndicate: What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? ~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Child Harold's Pilgrimage

2l3DnUXTnARw1OK: In her first passion woman loves her lover; In all the others, all she loves is love. George Gordon Byron

AmieLenhart: “The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!” ― George Gordon Byron

cylocyziruzu: In her first passion woman loves her lover; In all the others, all she loves is love. George Gordon Byron

danowen777: She Walks in Beauty by George Gordon Byron, 1788 -1824

2l3DnUXTnARw1OK: Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction. George Gordon Byron

LadyLeo1976: “And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.” ~ —  George Gordon Byron

TimesTurbulent: She Walks in Beauty BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON) She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

2l3DnUXTnARw1OK: In her first passion woman loves her lover; In all the others, all she loves is love. George Gordon Byron

GSWSyndicate: What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? ~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Child Harold's Pilgrimage

Pendidikan4Id: “If I could always read I should never feel the want of company.” ― George Gordon Byron

HenryLeerhenry: “Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.” ― George Gordon Byron (Lord Byron)

AmmarYasirFCC: "Those who do not ask question are hypocrites, those who can not question are fools and those who have no questions are slaves." -George Gordon Byron

Ahsaanullah960: George Gordon Byron said that "Those who don't ask questions are hypocrites. Those who can't ask questions are fools. And those who have no questions are slaves."

Maaoo_khan: Those who do not ask question are hypocrites, Those who can not question are fools and those who have no questions are slaves. —George Gordon Byron—

OriginTour_AM: "If the scriptures are rightly understood it was in Armenia that Paradise was placed. But whatever may have been their destiny ....., their country must ever be one of the most interesting on the globe. Armenian is the language to speak with God." George Gordon Byron-Engl. poet

AzharLaghariPTI: Those who do not ask question are hypocrites, Those who can not question are fools and those who have no questions are slaves. —George Gordon Byron—

ChrisStylianou9: “Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.” ― George Gordon Byron (Lord Byron)

theobsgyn: Always laugh when you can, it is cheap medicine - George Gordon Byron

GSWSyndicate: What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? ~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Child Harold's Pilgrimage

reachwriter: If I do not write to empty my mind, I go mad. - George Gordon Byron

eigomeigen: In her first passion woman loves her lover; In all the others, all she loves is love. George Gordon Byron

hatchi05: All who joy would win Must share it -- Happiness was born a twin.” ― George Gordon Byron, Don Juan DecMyxCelebVJ FumiyaSankai DecMyxCelebVJ FumiyaSankai

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The stranger warmth of the young sun obeying,
Look! little beads of green begin to grow,
And hidden flowers have dated their tops to show
Where late such droughty dusts were rudely playing.
It's not the month, but all the world's a-maying!
Come then with me, I'll take you, for I know
Where the first hedgethorns and white windflowers blow:
We two alone,, that goes without the saying.
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