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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In virtue, nothing earthly could surpass her,
Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar!

A lady with her daughters or her nieces
Shine like a guinea and seven-shilling pieces.

Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.

I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women,
And pity lovers rather more than seamen.

A thirst for gold,
The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm
The meanest hearts.

The Vision of Judgment (1822)

As fall the dews on quenchless sands,
Blood only serves to wash Ambition's hands!

She bears her down majestically near,
Speed on her prow, and terror in her tier.

The Corsair (1814)

And gazed around them to the left and right
With the prophetic eye of appetite.

His breast with wounds unnumber'd riven,
His back to earth, his face to heaven.

The Giaour (1813)

Hands promiscuously applied,
Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.

A thousand years scarce serve to form a state;
An hour may lay it in the dust.

"Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.

And her face so fair
Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.

For I am a weed,
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail,
Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.

Of all tales 'tis the saddest—and more sad,
Because it makes us smile.

Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!

The Giaour (1813)

None are so desolate but something dear,
Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd
A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.

Who falls from all he knows of bliss,
Cares little into what abyss.

The Giaour (1813)

Go—let thy less than woman's hand
Assume the distaff—not the brand.

The Bride of Abydos (1813)

A mere court butterfly,
That flutters in the pageant of a monarch.

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