“Whose game was empires and whose stakes were thrones,
Whose table earth, whose dice were human bones.”

— George Gordon Byron

Age of Bronze, Stanza 3, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

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English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement 1788–1824

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