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Lord Byron
British
Poet
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Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Grave
#Glory
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Will
#Reason
#Fools
As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Feeling
#Passion
#Nature
What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#People
#Nothing
#Being
#Fame
#Care
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Now
#Life
#Earth
#Age
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.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Voice
#Wit
#Joy
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Evil
#Mystery
Who loves, raves.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
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?
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Living
#Stars
#Infinity
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Poetry
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.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Love
#Earth
#Light
#Desire
#Fire
#Heaven
#Angels
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Earth
#Man
#Ruin
#Deep
#Control
#Ocean
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Now
#Society
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Life
#Clouds
#Smiles
#Tomorrow
#Evening
#Storms
Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Truth
#Fiction
America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#People
#Freedom
#America
#Force
#Moderation
#Rudeness
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Medicine
Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#May
#Wisdom
#Pleasure
#Treasure
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Happiness
#Joy
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Life
#Night
Adversity is the first path to truth.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#First
#Truth
#Adversity
Absence - that common cure of love.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Love
#Cure
#Absence
A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Eating
#Woman
#Drinking
A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Years
#May
#State
A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Friends
#Friend
#Lovers
Prolonged endurance tames the bold.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Endurance
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Nothing
#Doubt
Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Love
#Being
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Life
#Knowledge
#Sorrow
The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Old
The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Necessity
#Sense
#Beginning
The busy have no time for tears.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Time
#Tears
The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#End
#Wit
The dew of compassion is a tear.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Compassion
#Dew
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Life
#Art
#Pain
The heart will break, but broken live on.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Will
#Heart
The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Children
#Quiet
#Voice
What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Man
#Woman
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Heart
#Instinct
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Motive
#Trust
There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Spirit
#Religion
#Doubt
They never fail who die in a great cause.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Cause
This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Age
#Killing
#Intentions
#Inventions
This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Hope
#Nothing
#Fear
#Man
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Future
#Smiles
Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Love
#Country
'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Nothing
#Name
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Life
#Desire
To have joy one must share it. Happiness was born a twin.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Happiness
#Joy
To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Motive
Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#God
#People
#World
#Chaos
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Life
#First
#Poor
#Friend
He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly?
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Earth
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Architecture
#Man
#Poetry
#Painting
#Dress
#Schools
I know that two and two make four - and should be glad to prove it too if I could - though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Pleasure
I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Politics
#Consistency
#Indifference
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,
British
Poet
#Love
I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Nothing
#Fortune
I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Christianity
#May
#Mind
#Pleasure
I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Thinking
#Hell
#Help
#Humanity
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Acting
#Sensuality
I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Man
#Misery
#Happiness
#Pursuit
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Being
#Appetite
He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Hate
#Mankind
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,
British
Poet
#Men
#Wrongs
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Love
#May
#Friendship
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Love
#Friendship
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Truth
#Fiction
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,
British
Poet
#Nothing
#Past
#Grief
For in itself a thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, and curdles a long life into one hour.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Life
#Years
#Thought
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Song
#Fools
#Satire
Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Fame
#Folly
Fame is the thirst of youth.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Youth
#Fame
Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life - and if Virtue is not its own reward I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Life
#Day
#Virtue
#Opinion
#Superiority
#Reward
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Life
#Death
#Men
#Sleep
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Hope
#Nothing
#Truth
#Existence
Her great merit is finding out mine - there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Nothing
#Merit
Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Life
#Love
Opinions are made to be changed - or how is truth to be got at?
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Truth
#Opinions
One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I'll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Soul
#Body
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.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Now
#Mind
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Nothing
#World
#Men
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Love
#Men
#Leisure
#Haste
Men are the sport of circumstances when it seems circumstances are the sport of men.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Men
#Circumstances
Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Life
#Love
#Man
#First
#Woman
#Passion
#Existence
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Life
#Being
#Man
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.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Love
#God
#Man
#Present
#Help
#Mind
#Body
#Atoms
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Love
#Man
#Nature
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Love
#Will
#Fear
A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Celebrity
Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Life
Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Love
#Danger
It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Life
#Desire
It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe - you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Reason
#Man
#Sleep
It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Time
#Spirits
#Agitation
In solitude, where we are least alone.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Solitude
In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Virtue
#England
#Hypocrisy
If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Business
#Gentleman
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Mind
If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#Want
#Company
I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff-box from an emperor.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#American
Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
Lord Byron,
British
Poet
#May
#Friends
#Enemies
#Self
#Lovers
#Jealousy