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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Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.

Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore,
All ashes to the taste.

I have not quailed to danger's brow
When high and happy—need I now?

The Giaour (1813)

He had kept
The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.

Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most
Must mourn the deepest o’er the fatal truth,
The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.

Manfred (1817)

Exhausting thought,
And hiving wisdom with each studious year.

And if I laugh at any mortal thing,
'Tis that I may not weep.

Don Juan (1821)

It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flattery; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship.

Oh Love! young Love! bound in thy rosy band,
Let sage or cynic prattle as he will,
These hours, and only these, redeem Life's years of ill.

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.

The Giaour (1813)

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!

Better to err with Pope, than shine with Pye.

English Bards and Scotch Reviewers (1809)

Send me no more reviews of any kind. — I will read no more of evil or good in that line. — Walter Scott has not read a review of himself for thirteen years.

The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul.

However, 'tis expedient to be wary:
Indifference certes don't produce distress;
And rash enthusiasm in good society
Were nothing but a moral inebriety.

The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.

The Bride of Abydos (1813)

The heart -- which may be broken: happy they!
Thrice fortunate! who of that fragile mould,
The precious porcelain of human clay,
Break with the first fall.

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime?
Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,
Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!

The Bride of Abydos (1813)

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded.
That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

Down to the dust! — and, as thou rott'st away,
Even worms shall perish on thy poisonous clay.

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