Lord Byron Quotes

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We learn from Horace, Homer sometimes sleeps;
We feel without him: Wordsworth sometimes wakes.

Lord Byron
We are the fools of Time and Terror: Days
Steal on us, and steal from us; yet we live,
Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

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And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

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What an antithetical mind! - tenderness, roughness - delicacy, coarseness - sentiment, sensuality - soaring and groveling, dirt and deity - all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!

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

Lord Byron
Here's a sigh to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate:
And, whatever sky's above me,
Here's a heart for every fate.

Lord Byron
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin—his control
Stops with the shore.

Lord Byron
…He was the mildest mannered man
That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.

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Think'st thou existence doth depend on time?
It doth; but actions are our epochs: mine
Have made my days and nights imperishable
Endless, and all alike, as sands on the shore
Innumerable atoms; and one desert
Barren and cold, on which the wild waves break,
But nothing rests, save carcases and wrecks,
Rocks, and the salt-surf weeds of bitterness.

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Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
That knows his rider.

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Mont Blanc is the Monarch of mountains;
They crowned him long ago,
On a throne of rocks — in a robe of clouds –
With a Diadem of Snow.

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John Adams lies here, of the parish of Southwell,
A carrier who carried his can to his mouth well;
He carried so much, and he carried so fast,
He could carry no more—so was carried at last;
For the liquor he drank, being too much for one,
He could not carry off—so he's now carri-on.

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I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

Lord Byron
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Lord Byron
The "good old times" — all times when old are good —
Are gone.

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Who hath not proved how feebly words essay
To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray?
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess
The might, the majesty of loveliness?

Lord Byron
What's drinking?
A mere pause from thinking!

Lord Byron
There be none of Beauty's daughters
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me.

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'Tis done—but yesterday a King!
And armed with Kings to strive—
And now thou art a nameless thing:
So abject—yet alive!

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She was a form of life and light
That seen, became a part of sight,
And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye,
The morning-star of memory!
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven;
A spark of that immortal fire
With angels shared, by Alla given,
To lift from earth our low desire.

Lord Byron
Such is the aspect of this shore;
'T is Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.

Lord Byron
A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.

Lord Byron
This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal.

Lord Byron
The English winter—ending in July,
To recommence in August.

Lord Byron
Alas! our young affections run to waste,
Or water but the desert.

Lord Byron
Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most
Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth,
The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.

Lord Byron
"Gentlemen farmers" — a race worn out quite.

Lord Byron
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.

Lord Byron
And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.

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Such hath it been — shall be — beneath the sun
The many still must labour for the one!

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