Lord Byron Quotes

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May none those marks efface!
For they appeal from tyranny to God.

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Hark! to the hurried question of despair:
"Where is my child?"—an echo answers, "Where?"

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I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

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What opposite discoveries we have seen!
(Signs of true genius, and of empty pockets.)
One makes new noses, one a guillotine,
One breaks your bones, one sets them in their sockets;
But vaccination certainly has been
A kind antithesis to Congreve's rockets,...

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The perpetual lamentations after beef and beer, the stupid bigoted contempt for every thing foreign, and insurmountable incapacity of acquiring even a few words of any language, rendered him like all other English servants, an encumbrance.

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Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!

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I prefer the talents of action—of war—of the senate—or even of science—to all the speculations of those mere dreamers of another existence.

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I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me: and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture.

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The moon is up, and yet it is not night;
Sunset divides the sky with her—a sea
Of glory streams along the Alpine height
Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free
From clouds, but of all colours seems to be
Melted to one vast Iris of the West,
Where the day joins the past eternity.

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I die — but first I have possessed,
And come what may, I have been blessed.

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While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand;
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Rome falls—the World.

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Patience! Hence—that word was made
For brutes of burthen, not for birds of prey;
Preach it to mortals of a dust like thine,—
I am not of thine order.

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A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded,
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

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And the whole earth would henceforth be
A wider prison unto me.

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The best of prophets of the future is the past.

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A light broke in upon my brain, —
It was the carol of a bird;
It ceased, and then it came again,
The sweetest song ear ever heard.

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Bread has been made (indifferent) from potatoes;
And galvanism has set some corpses grinning,
But has not answer'd like the apparatus
Of the Humane Society's beginning,
By which men are unsuffocated gratis:
What wondrous new machines have late been spinning.

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That famish'd people must be slowly nurst, and fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.

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There is no passion, more spectral or fantastical than hate, not even its opposite, love, so peoples air, with phantoms, as this madness of the heart.

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Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister

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Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

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Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.

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He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.

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Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din; Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Man's conscience is the oracle of God.

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Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.

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The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes, and feel for what their duty bids them do.

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Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.

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With flowing tail and flying mane,
Wide nostrils never stretched by pain,
Mouth bloodless to bit or rein,
And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod,
A thousand horses - the wild - the free -
Like waves that follow o'er the sea,
Came thickly thundering on.

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Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.

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Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part?

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