Lord Byron Quotes

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

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

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

Lord Byron
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.

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

Lord Byron
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.

Lord Byron
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.

Lord Byron
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!

Lord Byron
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.

Lord Byron
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.

Lord Byron
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.

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

Lord Byron
Oh, nature's noblest gift, my grey goose quill, Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from the parent bird to form a pen, That mighty instrument of little men.

Lord Byron
Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.

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

Lord Byron
Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails.

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

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

Lord Byron
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

Lord Byron
A sleep without dreams, after a rough day of toil, is what we covet most; and yet
How clay shrinks back from more quiescent clay!
The very Suicide that pays his debt at once without installments
(an old way of paying debts, which creditors regret)
Lets out impatiently his rushing breath, less from disgust of life than dread of death.

Lord Byron
Tis said that persons living on annuities Are longer lived than others.

Lord Byron