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When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years. Lord Byron

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! Lord Byron

Romances paint at full length people's wooing. But only give a bust of marriages. Lord Byron

Despair and Genius are too oft connected Lord Byron

Romances I never read like those I have seen. Lord Byron

Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs. Lord Byron

Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull Lord Byron

May Moorland weavers boast Pindaric skill, And tailors' lays be longer than their bill! While punctual beaux reward the grateful notes, And pay for poems-when they pay for coats. Lord Byron

Ecclesiastes said that "all is vanity," Most modern preachers say the same, or show it By their examples of true Christianity: In short, all know, or very short may know it. Lord Byron

I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet all invincible instinct of life, which I abhor, as I despise myself, yet cannot overcome - and so I live. Would I had never lived! Lord Byron

Go let thy less than woman's hand Assume the distaff not the brand. Lord Byron

It was one of the deadliest and heaviest feelings of my life to feel that I was no longer a boy. From that moment I began to grow old in my own esteem -and in my esteem age is not estimable. Lord Byron

Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quench desire; Still would I steep my lips in bliss, And dwell an age on every kiss; Nor then my soul should sated be, Still would I kiss and cling to thee: Nought should my kiss from thine dissever, Still would we kiss and kiss for ever; E'en though the numbers did exceed The yellow harvest's countless seed; To part would be a vain endeavour: Could I desist? -ah! never-never. Lord Byron

With common men There needs too oft the show of war to keep The substance of sweet peace, and for a king, 'Tis sometimes better to be fear'd than lov'd. Lord Byron

Experience has taught me that the only friends we can call our own, who can have no change, are those over whom the grave has closed; the seal of death is the only seal of friendship. Lord Byron

For no one cares for matrimonial cooings, There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss. Lord Byron

The ship from Ceylon, Inde, or far Cathay, unloads for him the fragrant produce of each trip. Lord Byron

Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eye We late saw streaming o'er. Lord Byron

There is a temple in ruins stands, Fashion'd by long forgotten hands: Two or three columns, and many a stone, Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown! Lord Byron

His speech was a fine sample, on the whole, Of rhetoric, which the learn'd call rigmarole. Lord Byron

Skill'd by a touch to deepen scandal's tints, With all the high mendacity of hints, While mingling truth with falsehood, sneers with smiles, A thread of candor with a web of wiles. Lord Byron

Ecclesiastes said that all is vanity, Most modern preachers say the same, or show it By their examples of true Christianity: In short, all know, or very short may know it. Lord Byron

So let him stand, through ages yet unborn, Fix'd statue on the pedestal of Scorn. Lord Byron

The death-shot hissing from afar - The shock - the shout - the groan of war - Reverberate along that vale, More suited to the shepherd's tale: Though few the numbers - theirs the strife, That neither spares, nor speaks for life. Lord Byron

His tact, too, temper'd him from grave to gay, And taught him when to be reserved or free. Lord Byron

Whatsoe'er thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought and softly bodied forth. Lord Byron

There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast which trusted to his truth. Lord Byron

I make a declaration every spring, Of reformation ere the year run out, But somehow this my vestal vary takes wing. Lord Byron

Mighty Nature bounds as from her birth, The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth; Flowers in the valley, splendor in the beam, Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream. Lord Byron

Ye tuneful cobblers! still your notes prolong, Compose at once a slipper and a song; So shall the fair your handiwork peruse, Your sonnets sure shall please - perhaps your shoes. Lord Byron

A sword laid by, Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously. Lord Byron

And rash enthusiasm in good society Were nothing but a moral inebriety. Lord Byron

She was a soft landscape of mild earth, Where all was harmony, and calm, and quiet, Luxuriant, budding; cheerful without mirth, Which, if not happiness, is much more nigh it Than are your mighty passions. Lord Byron

Thus, as the stream and ocean greet, With waves that madden as they meet - Thus join the bands whom mutual wrong, And fate and fury drive along. Lord Byron

Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, And Fear her danger; opens a new world When this, the present, palls. Lord Byron

Here and there some stern high patriot stood, Who could not get the place for which he sued. Lord Byron

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. Lord Byron

Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast, Is that portentous phrase, 1 told you so, Uttered by friends, those prophets of the past. Lord Byron

This is the way that 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. Lord Byron

O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, Which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour. Lord Byron

Ready money is Aladdin's lamp. Lord Byron

Ah! surely Nothing dies but Something mourns! Lord Byron

And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong. Lord Byron

It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word. Lord Byron

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away. Lord Byron

A man must serve his time to every trade Save censure-critics are ready-made. Lord Byron

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

Who track the steps of glory to the grave. Lord Byron

The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder. Lord Byron

Once more upon the waters! yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider. Lord Byron

The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before; The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need Of aid from them-She was the Universe. Lord Byron

This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction. Lord Byron

In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears Lord Byron

And those who saw, it did surprise, Such drops could fall from human eyes. Lord Byron

The music, and the banquet, and the wine- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments- The white arms and the raven hair-the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not. Lord Byron

Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection. Lord Byron

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey. Lord Byron

Adversity is the first path to truth. Lord Byron

The 'good old times' - all times when old are good. Lord Byron

If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company. Lord Byron

He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly? Lord Byron

I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions. Lord Byron

I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff-box from an emperor. Lord Byron

Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion. Lord Byron

In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee Lord Byron

Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t'other, Go to the coffee house, and take another. Lord Byron

Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste. Lord Byron

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it. Lord Byron

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend. Lord Byron

Man's conscience is the oracle of God. Lord Byron



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