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BecauseHe is all-powerful, must all-good, too, follow?I judge but by the fruits-and they are bitter-Which I must feed on for a fault not mine.
Lord Byron
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Bread has been made (indifferent) from potatoes; And galvanism has set some corpses grinning, But has not answer'd like the apparatus Of the Humane Society's beginning, By which men are unsuffocated gratis: What wondrous new machines have late been spinning.
Lord Byron
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Jack was embarrassed - never hero more,And as he knew not what to say, he swore.
Lord Byron
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Such is the aspect of this shore;'T is Greece, but living Greece no more!So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,We start, for soul is wanting there.
Lord Byron
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Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
Lord Byron
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While Franklin's quiet memory climbs to heaven,Calming the lightning which he thence hath riven,Or drawing from the no less kindled earthFreedom and peace to that which boasts his birth;While Washington's a watchword, such as ne'erShall sink while there's an echo left to air.
Lord Byron
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And to his eyeThere was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him.
Lord Byron
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Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'t is gone, and all is gray.
Lord Byron
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She was a form of life and lightThat seen, became a part of sight, And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, The morning-star of memory! Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fireWith angels shared, by Alla given, To lift from earth our low desire.
Lord Byron
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I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand.
Lord Byron
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There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
Lord Byron
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Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.
Lord Byron
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Despair and Genius are too oft connected.
Lord Byron
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He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes.
Lord Byron
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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.
Lord Byron
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'Bring forth the horse!' - the horse was brought;In truth, he was a noble steed,A Tartar of the Ukraine breed,Who look'd as though the speed of thoughtWere in his limbs.
Lord Byron
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Muse of the many twinkling feet, whose charms are now extending up from legs to arms.
Lord Byron
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He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.
Lord Byron
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It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship.
Lord Byron
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My hair is grey, but not with years,Nor grew it whiteIn a single night,As men's have grown from sudden fears.
Lord Byron
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I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too true tale of Quixote, shown how all such efforts fail.
Lord Byron
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I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
Lord Byron
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For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
Lord Byron
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Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
Lord Byron
