George Gordon Byron Quotes
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George Gordon Byron Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Then away with all such from the head that is hoary!
What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory?
What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory?
I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may
grow, So I behold them not
There flowers or weeds at will may
grow, So I behold them not
There' s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away,
When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay.
When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay.
Ah, monarchs! could ye taste the mirth ye mar, Not in the toils of Glory would ye fret; The hoarse dull drum would sleep, and Man be happy yet.
And yet, my girl, we weep in vain,
In vain our fate in sighs deplore;
Remembrance only can remain,
But that, will make us weep the more.
In vain our fate in sighs deplore;
Remembrance only can remain,
But that, will make us weep the more.
I came to realize clearly that the mind is no other than the Mountain and the Rivers and the great wide Earth, the Sun and the Moon and the Sky.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.
Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil.
A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.
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.
Every feeling hath been shaken;
Pride, which not a world could bow,
Bows to thee - by thee forsaken,
Even my soul forsakes me now.
Pride, which not a world could bow,
Bows to thee - by thee forsaken,
Even my soul forsakes me now.
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.
No more Keats, I entreat: flay him alive; if some of you don't I must skin him myself: there is no bearing the drivelling idiotism of the Mankin.
I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.
I see before me the Gladiator lie: / He leans upon his hand - his manly brow / Consents to death, but conquers agony.
Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps,
Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth,
Sweet is revenge
especially to women
Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth,
Sweet is revenge
especially to women
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.
Revenge is as the tigers spring,
Deadly, and quick, and crushing; yet, as real
Torture is theirs, what they inflict they feel.
Deadly, and quick, and crushing; yet, as real
Torture is theirs, what they inflict they feel.
Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
...methinks the older that one grows,
Inclines us more to laugh the scold, though laughter
Leaves us so doubly serious shortly after.
Inclines us more to laugh the scold, though laughter
Leaves us so doubly serious shortly after.
Gwynned lies two days westwards; still further south, the weregeld calls. Mayhap with All-Father Woden's favour, my deeds may yet inspire the skalds.
Even innocence itself has many a wile,
And will not dare to trust itself with truth,
And love is taught hypocrisy from youth.
And will not dare to trust itself with truth,
And love is taught hypocrisy from youth.
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Love in full life and length, not love ideal,
No, nor ideal beauty, that fine name,
But something better still, so very real ...
No, nor ideal beauty, that fine name,
But something better still, so very real ...
For pleasures past I do not grieve, Nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear.