Of all the horrid hideous notes of woe Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast Is that portento

Of all the horrid hideous notes of woe Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast Is that portento Lord Byron Quotes

Of all the horrid hideous notes of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast, Is that portentous phrase 'I told you so'.

Author: Lord Byron

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The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing "about around and underneath" man, except man himself.

Maidens like moths are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.

Absence - that common cure of love.

For truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.

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