Lord Byron Quotes

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

Lord Byron
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.

Lord Byron
Send me no more reviews of any kind. — I will read no more of evil or good in that line. — Walter Scott has not read a review of himself for thirteen years.

Lord Byron
When Newton saw an apple fall, he found In that slight startle from his contemplation- 'Tis said (for I'll not answer above ground For any sage's creed or calculation)- A mode of proving that the earth turn'd round In a most natural whirl, called 'gravitation'; And this is the sole mortal who could grapple, Since Adam, with a fall, or with an apple.

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Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.

Lord Byron
A little still she strove, and much repented,
And whispering 'I will ne'er consent'—consented.

Lord Byron
Opinions are made to be changed—or how is truth to be got at?

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He who ascends to mountaintops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below.

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How my soul hates This language,
Which makes life itself a lie,
Flattering dust with eternity.

Lord Byron
Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.

Lord Byron
I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law; and, even then, if I could have been certain to haunt her…

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

Lord Byron
Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.

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

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To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind.

Lord Byron
Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes.

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I can't but say it is an awkward sight To see one's native land receding through The growing waters; it unmans one quite, Especially when life is rather new.

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Eternal spirit of the chainless mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art.

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The love where Death has set his seal,
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
Nor falsehood disavow.

Lord Byron
But I had not quite fixed whether to make him [Don Juan] end in Hell-or in an unhappy marriage,-not knowing which would be the severest.

Lord Byron
Where is he, the champion and the child
Of all that's great or little, wise or wild;
Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones;
Whose table earth — whose dice were human bones?
Of Napoleon

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! if thou hast at length
Discover'd that my love is worth esteem,
I ask no more—but let us hence together,
And I — let me say we — shall yet be happy.
Assyria is not all the earth—we'll find
A world out of our own — and be more bless'd
Than I have ever been, or thou, with all
An empire to indulge thee.

Lord Byron
Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires,
Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.

Lord Byron
But first, on earth as vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent, Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race. There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life, Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse. Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.

Lord Byron