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  • And Mocha's berry, from Arabia pure, In small fine china cups, came in at last. Gold cups of filigree, made to secure the hand from burning, underneath them place. Cloves, cinnamon and saffron, too, were boiled Up with the coffee, which, I think, they spoiled.
  • 3 years ago



    Tags : Lord Byron Quotes , Coffee Quotes , Food Quotes
  • If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.
  • 4 years ago



    Tags : Lord Byron Quotes , Love Quotes , Pain Quotes