Lord Byron Quotes

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In short, he was a perfect cavaliero,
And to his very valet seemed a hero.

Lord Byron
The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.

Lord Byron
Read your own hearts and Ireland's present story,
Then feed her famine fat with Wellesley's glory.

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Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends;
Where rolled the ocean, thereon was his home;
Where a blue sky, and glowing clime, extends,
He had the passion and the power to roam.

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She was his life,
The ocean to the river of his thoughts,
Which terminated all.

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I will keep no further journal … to prevent me returning, like a dog, to the vomit of memory.

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Earth! render back from out thy breast
a remnant of our Spartan dead!
Of the three hundred grant but three,
To make a new Thermopylae!

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Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.

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There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.

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I have looked out
In the vast desolate night in search of him;
And when I saw gigantic shadows in
The umbrage of the walls of Eden, chequered
By the far-flashing of the cherubs' swords,
I watched for what I thought his coming: for
With fear rose longing in my heart to know
What 'twas which shook us all—but nothing came.

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And thus they form a group that's quite antique,
Half naked, loving, natural, and Greek.

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But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.

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'Tis strange—but true; for truth is always strange;
Stranger than fiction.

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Is it not life, is it not the thing?—Could any man have written it—who has not lived in the world?—and tooled in a post-chaise? in a hackney coach? in a gondola? Against a wall? in a court carriage? in a vis-à-vis?—on a table?—and under it?
Of Don Juan

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None are so desolate but something dear,
Dearer than self, possesses or possessed
A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.

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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,...

Lord Byron
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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Many are poets, but without the name;For what is Poesy but to createFrom overfeeling Good or Ill; and aimAt an external life beyond our fate,And be the new Prometheus of new men,Bestowing fire from Heaven, and then, too late,Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain

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It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship

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Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land-Good Night!

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Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!

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I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.

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