Lord Byron Quotes
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The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.
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Alas! how deeply painful is all payment!
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In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.
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The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
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To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
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Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
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Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!
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Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipeWhen tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers, wooing the caressMore dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by farThy naked beauties-give me a cigar!
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Never to talk to ones self is a form of hypocrisy.
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Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.
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I have always laid it down as a maxim -and found it justified by experience -that a man and a woman make far better friendships than can exist between two of the same sex -but then with the condition that they never have made or are to make love to each other.
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Let joy be unconfined.
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America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
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Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.
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Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
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O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur'd for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,--at which my soul aches to think,-- Intoxicated with eternity.
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Here lies interred in the eternity of the past, from whence there is no resurrection for the days - whatever there may be for the dust - the thirty-third year of an ill-spent life, which, after a lingering disease of many months sank into a lethargy, and expired, January 22d, 1821, A.D. leaving a successor inconsolable for the very loss which occasioned its existence.
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Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.
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A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
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Eternity forbids thee to forget.
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Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main – spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
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A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
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But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.
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That low vice, curiosity!