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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.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Lord Byron Quotes , Coffee Quotes , Food Quotes
  • 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!
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Lord Byron Quotes , War Quotes , Heart Quotes