Lord Byron on Life

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The dust we tread upon was once alive.
Lord Byron
All is concentred in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being.
Lord Byron
Our life is two-fold; sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence.
Lord Byron
Did man compute Existence by enjoyment, and count o'er Such hours 'gainst years of life, say, would he name threescore?
Lord Byron
Through life's road, so dim and dirty, I have dragged to three and thirty; What have these years left to me? Nothing, except thirty-three.
Lord Byron