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  • A sleep without dreams, after a rough day of toil, is what we covet most; and yet How clay shrinks back from more quiescent clay! The very Suicide that pays his debt at once without installments (an old way of paying debts, which creditors regret) Lets out impatiently his rushing breath, less from disgust of life than dread of death.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Lord Byron Quotes , Suicide Quotes , Dream 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