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What's drinking?
A mere pause from thinking!
Category: Alcohol Author: George Gordon
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As soon
Seek roses in December, ice in June;
Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff;
Believe a woman or an epitaph,
Or any other thing that's false, before
You trust in critics.
Category: Critics Author: George Gordon
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He seems
To have seen better days, as who has not
Who has seen yesterday?
Category: Curmudgeons Author: George Gordon
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On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Category: Dancing Author: George Gordon
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Death, the sable smoke where vanishes the flame.
Category: Death Author: George Gordon
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Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man, without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the Memory of Boatswain, a Dog.
Category: Dogs Author: George Gordon
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For most men (till by losing rendered sager)
Will back their own opinions by a wager.
Category: Gambling Author: George Gordon Source: Beppo
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Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, oh give me back my heart!
Category: Heartache Author: George Gordon
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Whose game was empires and whose stakes were thrones,
Whose table earth, whose dice were human bones.
Category: History Author: George Gordon
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I know that two and two make four - & should be glad to prove it too if I could - though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 & 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.
Category: Math Author: George Gordon
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Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests.
Category: Miscellaneous Author: George Gordon
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
Category: Nature Author: George Gordon
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I speak not of men's creeds - they rest between
Man and his Maker.
Category: Religion Author: George Gordon
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The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree
I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed.
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Category: Responsibility Author: George Gordon
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Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe
When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;...
Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties - give me a cigar!
Category: Smoking Author: George Gordon
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In solitude, where we are least alone.
Category: Solitude Author: George Gordon
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One hates an author that's all author.
Category: Writing Author: George Gordon
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