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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Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer.

Cooped in their winged sea-girt citadel.

From thy own smile I snatched the snake.

Manfred (1817)

Like the lost pleiad seen no more below.

Beppo (1818)

I am the very slave of circumstance
And impulse — borne away with every breath!
Misplaced upon the throne — misplaced in life.
I know not what I could have been, but feel
I am not what I should be — let it end.

Sardanapalus (1821)

Such hath it been — shall be — beneath the sun
The many still must labour for the one!

The Corsair (1814)

Sublime tobacco! which from east to west
Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest.

The Island (1823)

Man!
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

With eyes that look'd into the very soul—
* * * * * *
Bright—and as black and burning as a coal.

'Tis pleasant, 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)

'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle,
Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.

Whose game was empires and whose stakes were thrones,
Whose table earth, whose dice were human bones.

When health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing,
And flies with every changing gale of spring.

What men call gallantry, and gods adultery,
Is much more common where the climate’s sultry.

The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.

He ne'er presumed to make an error clearer;—
In short, there never was a better hearer.

All is concentred in a life intense,
Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost,
But hath a part of being.

Years steal
Fire from the mind, as vigor from the limb;
And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

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