Lord Byron quotes - page 9

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery. (Lord Byron)
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it. View quote
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A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound. View quote
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Despair and Genius are too oft connected. View quote
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A great poet belongs to no country; his works are public property, and his Memoirs the inheritance of the public. View quote
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Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms. View quote
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When all of genius which can perish dies. View quote
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The love where Death has set his seal, Nor age can chill, nor rival steal, Nor falsehood disavow. View quote
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She was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all. View quote
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For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinions by a wager. View quote
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The power of thought,-the magic of the mind! (Lord Byron)
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred. View quote
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Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart! View quote
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Oh, God! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood. View quote
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There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me. View quote
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Hands promiscuously applied, Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side. View quote
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There was a laughing devil in his sneer. View quote
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Were't the last drop in the well, As I gasp'd upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell 'T is to thee that I would drink. View quote
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The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle. View quote
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And both were young, and one was beautiful. View quote
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The careful pilot of my proper woe. (Lord Byron)
I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all. View quote
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Hark! to the hurried question of despair: "Where is my child?"-an echo answers, "Where?" View quote
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Where may the wearied eye repose When gazing on the Great; Where neither guilty glory glows, Nor despicable state? Yes - one - the first - the last - the best - The Cincinnatus of the West, Whom envy dared not hate, Bequeath'd the name of Washington, To make man blush there was but one! View quote
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You are the fools, not I - for I did dwell With a deep thought, and with a softened eye, On that Old Sexton's natural homily, In which there was Obscurity and Fame, The Glory and the Nothing of a Name. View quote
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