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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Why did she love him? Curious fool!—be still—
Is human love the growth of human will?

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but
The truth in masquerade.

What exile from himself can flee?
To zones, though more and more remote,
Still, still pursues, where'er I be,
The blight of life—the demon Thought.

Patience! Hence—that word was made
For brutes of burthen, not for birds of prey;
Preach it to mortals of a dust like thine,—
I am not of thine order.

Manfred (1817)

Mont Blanc is the Monarch of mountains;
They crowned him long ago,
On a throne of rocks — in a robe of clouds –
With a Diadem of Snow.

Manfred (1817)

All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep,
But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.

And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

Hebrew Melodies (1815)

When Bishop Berkeley said, "there was no matter,"
And proved it—'twas no matter what he said.

Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppress'd with perfume,
Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul in her bloom.

The Bride of Abydos (1813)

Oh, for one hour of blind old Dandolo,
Th' octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe!

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it,
For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half brokenhearted,
To sever for years.

When We Two Parted (1808)

I've half a mind to tumble down to prose,
But verse is more in fashion—so here goes!

Society is now one polished horde,
Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.

'Tis enough—
Who listens once will listen twice;
Her heart be sure is not of ice,
And one refusal no rebuff.

And truant husband should return, and say,
"My dear, I was the first who came away."

I depart,
Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by
When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.

Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious,
Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.

I die,—but first I have possess'd,
And come what may, I have been bless'd.

The Giaour (1813)

The very knowledge that he lived in vain,
That all was over on this side the tomb,
Had made Despair a smilingness assume.

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