Lord Byron on Ambition
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“As fall the dews on quenchless sands, Blood only serves to wash Ambition's hands!”
“From my youth upwards My Spirit walked not with the souls of men, Nor looked upon the earth with human eyes; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine; My joys—my griefs—my passions—and my powers, Made me a stranger; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh”