Lord Byron Quotes
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They say that Hope is happiness But genuine Love must prize the past; And Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless: They rose first – they set the last. And all that mem'ry loves the most Was once our only hope to be: And all that hope adored and lost Hath melted into memory. Alas! It is delusion all – The future cheats us from afar: Nor can we be what we recall, Nor dare we think on what we are.
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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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Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
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He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
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My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.
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War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"
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Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
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Damn description, it is always disgusting.
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Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.
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Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes; But no too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes: Disguise even tenderness if thou art wise.
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A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
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Never to talk to ones self is a form of hypocrisy.
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The fact is that my wife if she had common sense would have more power over me than any other whatsoever, for my heart always alights upon the nearest perch.
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They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.
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Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.
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It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don't make love till almost obliged.
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My slumbers--if I slumber--are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not: in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men.
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Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.
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They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.
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But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.
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Alas! how deeply painful is all payment!
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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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Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.
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...And these vicissitudes come best in youth; For when they happen at a riper age, People are apt to blame the Fates, forsooth, And wonder Providence is not more sage. Adversity is the first path to truth: He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Has won experience which is deem'd so weighty.