Lord Byron Quotes

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Man's love is of man's life a thing apart,
'Tis woman's whole existence.

Lord Byron
Fare thee well! and if forever,
Still forever, fare thee well:
Even though unforgiving, never
'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.

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Seek out — less often sought than found —
A Soldier's Grave, for thee the best;
Then look around and choose thy Ground,
And take thy Rest.

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And thou wert lovely to the last,
Extinguish'd, not decay'd;
As stars that shoot along the sky
Shine brightest as they fall from high.

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Why don't they knead two virtuous souls for life
Into that moral centaur, man and wife?

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The poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend.

Lord Byron
But Shakespeare also says, 'tis very silly
'To gild refined gold, or paint the lily.'

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I only know we loved in vain;
I only feel — farewell! farewell!

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Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe
When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;
Like other charmers, wooing the caress
More dazzlingly when daring in full dress;
Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties—give me a cigar!

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But time strips our illusions of their hue,
And one by one in turn, some grand mistake
Casts off its bright skin yearly, like a snake.

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Even good men like to make the public stare.

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Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man, And broke the die, in molding Sheridan.

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My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea;
But, before I go, Tom Moore.
Here's a double health to thee!

Lord Byron
Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.

Lord Byron
'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.

Lord Byron
Prose poets like blank-verse, I'm fond of rhyme,
Good workmen never quarrel with their tools.

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As the liberty lads o'er the sea
Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood,
So we, boys, we
Shall die fighting or live free,
And down with all kings but King Ludd!

Lord Byron
I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee.

Lord Byron
Let simple Wordsworth chime his childish verse,
And brother Coleridge lull the babe at nurse.

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The very knowledge that he lived in vain,
That all was over on this side the tomb,
Had made Despair a smilingness assume.

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Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

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Farewell!
For in that word, that fatal word,—howe'er
We promise, hope, believe,—there breathes despair.

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Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Lord Byron
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

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Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not
Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?

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History's purchased page to call them great.

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Where'er we tread 'tis haunted, holy ground.

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Jack was embarrassed — never hero more,
And as he knew not what to say, he swore.

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Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogethery, then inarticulate, and then drunk.

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But take this with thee: if I was not form'd
To prize a love like thine, a mind like thine,
Nor dote even on thy beauty — as I've doted
On lesser charms, for no cause save that such
Devotion was a duty, and I hated
All that look'd like a chain for me or others
(This even rebellion must avouch); yet hear
These words, perhaps among my last — that none
E'er valued more thy virtues, though he knew not
To profit by them…

Lord Byron