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Lou77538: Friendship is love without his wings. Lord George Gordon Byron

all369_love: George Gordon, Lord Byron

SnatcherInThePi: Colophon Juan by Lord George Gordon Byron

SnatcherInThePi: Dacryon Juan by Lord George Gordon Byron

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

Your_ded_man: "In secret we met— In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears." ― George Gordon Byron, *When We Two Parted*

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

Onyokimi: ‘The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.’ - George Gordon Byron (Lord Byron)

Atomodetalio: "But I have lived, and not lived in vain: My mind may lose its force, my blood fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain; But there is that, within me, which shall tire Fortune and Time, and breathe when I expire." -George Gordon Byron

MikesJokesEtc: They never fail who die in a great cause. -George Gordon, Lord Byron

angeluspolitian: “stan talent. stan me.”-george gordon, lord byron

wrathofgnon: “The great object of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even though in pain.” George Gordon Noel, Lord Byron

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

TodayButBefore: Greece - Lord Byron, George Gordon Byron, died in Westpo….

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

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

SnatcherInThePi: Canton Juan by Lord George Gordon Byron

POOMBE: “There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more” ― George Gordon Byron

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

factorygothic: Georgiana Lovering, or the Northwood Tragedy (New Hampshire, 1872) by the amazing George Gordon Byron DeWolfe (yes that is his name!) is here:

eigomeigen: 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

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

CandaleeBeatty: As the writer, I suggest reading them backwards, as in 4, 3, 2. The paperbacks will be available for order at

ActuallyAviva: George Gordon, Lord Byron is what you get when you pay the Sephora money for the new makeup palette and the first day you go to use it, you knock it to the floor and the whole thing explodes. Pigments everywhere. All that color and money and potential just a mess on the floor.

Love_xx_Quotes: In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love. -George Gordon Byron

robertmarere: "For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!" The Destruction of Sennacherib BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)

TheQuotesPub: And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on. - George Gordon Byron

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