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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Yet even her tyranny had such a grace,
The women pardoned all, except her face.

Whatsoe'er thy birth,
Thou wert a beautiful thought and softly bodied forth.

He seems
To have seen better days, as who has not
Who has seen yesterday?

There comes
For ever something between us and what
We deem our happiness.

He was the mildest manner'd man
That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.

Were't the last drop in the well,
As I gasp'd upon the brink,
Ere my fainting spirit fell
'T is to thee that I would drink.

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye,
Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

Bride of Abydos (1813)

There is a tear for all who die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave.

Here's a sigh to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate:
And, whatever sky's above me,
Here's a heart for every fate.

But she was a soft landscape of mild earth,
Where all was harmony, and calm, and quiet,
Luxuriant, budding; cheerful without mirth.

Temple and tower went down, nor left a site:—
Chaos of ruins!

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

Mazeppa (1819)

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.

So, We'll Go No More A-Roving (1817)

Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay,
Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.

And nearer as they came, a genial savour
Of certain stews, and roast-meats, and pilaus,
Things which in hungry mortals' eyes find favour.

There is no god but God! — to prayer — lo!
God is great!

These two hated with a hate
Found only on the stage.

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

English Bards and Scotch Reviewers (1809)

The precious porcelain of human clay.

Friendship is Love without wings.

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