Lord Byron Quotes
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For most men (till by losing rendered sager)Will back their own opinions by a wager.
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Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
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Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.
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So, we'll go no more a rovingSo late into the night,Though the heart be still as loving,And the moon be still as bright.
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Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
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The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.
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You should have a softer pillow than my heart.
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Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
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Are we aware of our obligations to a mob? It is the mob that labor in your fields and serve in your houses - that man your navy, and recruit your army - that have enabled you to defy the world, and can also defy you when neglect and calamity have driven them to despair. You may call the people a mob; but do not forget that a mob too often speaks the sentiments of the people.
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For a man to become a poet, he must be in love, or miserable.
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Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.
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Armenian is the language to speak with God.
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Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,And broke the die, in molding Sheridan.
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Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem; but although we sneer - In health - when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer.
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The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
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Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolish'd the right arm Of his own country.
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Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart –The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd – To fetters and damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom.
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He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.
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I suppose we shall soon travel by air-vessels; make air instead of sea voyages; and at length find our way to the moon, in spite of the want of atmosphere.
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Armenian is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it.
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Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!
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I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, - thou livest forever!
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He seemsTo have seen better days, as who has notWho has seen yesterday?
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Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.