Quotes by "Lord Byron"

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes...

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.

We'll Go No More A-roving So, we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still be as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon.

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.

Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea - the stars of the sky, and everything 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment. All the discoveries which have yet been made have multiplied little but existence.

But 'why then publish?' There are no rewards Of fame or profit when the world grows weary. I ask in turn why do you play at cards? Why drink? Why read? To make some hour less dreary. It occupies me to turn back regards On what I've seen or pondered, sad or cheery, And what I write I cast upon the stream To swim or sink. I have had at least my dream.

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

I awoke one morning to find myself famous.

LUCIFER: I pity thee who lovest what must perish. CAIN: And I thee who lov'st nothing

Wives in their husbands' absences grow subtler, And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.

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.

Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.

I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.

It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

Her great merit is finding out mine - there is nothing so amiable as discernment.

Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?