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  • Many are poets, but without the name;For what is Poesy but to createFrom overfeeling Good or Ill; and aimAt an external life beyond our fate,And be the new Prometheus of new men,Bestowing fire from Heaven, and then, too late,Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Lord Byron Quotes , Pain Quotes , Fate Quotes
  • Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Lord Byron Quotes , Writing Quotes , Ears Quotes