Lord Byron on Life
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“All is concentred in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being.”
“Our life is two-fold; sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence.”
“Did man compute Existence by enjoyment, and count o'er Such hours 'gainst years of life, say, would he name threescore?”
“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.”