Lord Byron Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Lord Byron
Lord Byron Famous Quotes & Sayings
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I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.
Your thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men know your felon by his features.
Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land-Good Night!
Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise!
Know ye not who would be free themselves must strike the blow? by their right arms the conquest must be wrought?
Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice atone for crimes by prayer.
My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!
Constancy ... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal.
The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!
The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes - and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.
I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South
What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.
None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.
No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.
Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life - and if Virtue is not its own reward I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.
Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.
This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.