Lord Byron Quotes

1788–1824 England

George Gordon (Noel) Byron, 6th Baron Byron (January 22 1788 – April 19 1824), generally known as Lord Byron, was an English poet and leading figure in Romanticism. He was the father of the mathematician Ada Lovelace.

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Also known as: Byron, Byron, Lord, George Gordon Byron, George Gordon Noel Byron, George Noel Gordon Byron, Lord Byron

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His heart was one of those which most enamour us,
Wax to receive, and marble to retain:
He was a lover of the good old school,
Who still become more constant as they cool.

Beppo (1818)

'Tis pleasure, sure, to see one's name in print;
A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

English Bards and Scotch Reviewers (1809)

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

I hold virtue, in general, or the virtues severally, to be only in the disposition, each a feeling, not a principle.

Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto,
Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.

Beppo (1818)

That which I am, I am; I did not seek
For life, nor did I make myself.

Cain (1821)

* * * all who joy would win
Must share it,—Happiness was born a twin.

Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant
Thy praise, Hypocrisy!

Gone—glimmering through the dream of things that were.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast.

Hebrew Melodies (1815)

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!

There was a laughing devil in his sneer.

The Corsair (1814)

Lord of himself,—that heritage of woe!

The dust we tread upon was once alive.

Sardanapalus (1821)

Sweet is revenge—especially to women.

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

Monody on the Death of Sheridan (1816)

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.

With more capacity for love than earth
Bestows on most of mortal mould and birth,
His early dreams of good out-stripp'd the truth,
And troubled manhood follow'd baffled youth.

The silver light, which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole, Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws A loving languor which is not repose.

Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying,
Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.

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