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 ByronI should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war.
Lord ByronWhere are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?
Lord ByronWhat is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
Lord Byron