He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.
Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past--For years fleet away with the wings of the dove-- The dearest remembrance will still be the last, Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.
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They never fail who die in a great cause.
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