“Oh! Many a time and oft had Harold loved, or dream'd he'd loved since Rapture is a dream.”

“So we'll go no more a-roving so late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, and the moon be still as bright.”

“They say that Hope is happinessBut genuine Love must prize the past;And Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless:They rose first -- they set the last.And all that mem'ry loves the mostWas once our only hope to be:And all that hope adored and lostHath melted into memory.Alas! It is delusion all--The future cheats us from afar:Nor can we be what we recall,Nor dare we think on what we are.”

“All human history attestsThat happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! -Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99”

“Remember thee! remember thee! Till Lethe quench life's burning stream Remorse and shame shall cling to thee, And haunt thee like a feverish dream! Remember thee! Aye, doubt it not. Thy husband too shall think of thee: By neither shalt thou be forgot, Thou false to him, thou fiend to me!”

“There's music in the sighing of a reed;There's music in the gushing of a rill;There's music in all things, if men had ears;The earth is but the music of the spheres.”

“Despair and Genius are too oft connected”