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Lord Byron Quotes - Page 12

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But 'why then publish?' There are no rewards Of fame or profit when the world grows weary. I ask in turn why do you play at cards? Why drink? Why read? To make some hour less dreary. It occupies me to turn back regards

But 'why then publish?' There are no rewards Of fame or profit when the world grows weary. I ask in turn why do you play at cards? Why drink? Why read? To make some hour less dreary. It occupies me to turn back regards On what I've seen or pondered, sad or cheery, And what I write I cast upon the stream To swim or sink. I have had at least my dream.

Dream, Writing, Play

Lord Byron (2015). “Don Juan”, p.420, Xist Publishing

Happiness was born a twin.

Inspirational, Happiness, Twins

Lord Byron (2013). “Byron: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.245, Routledge

Land of lost gods and godlike men.

Men, Land, Losing

Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.75, Cambridge University Press

Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.

Ocean, Men, Light Waves

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage canto 4, st. 179 (1818)

There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

Eye, Heart, Men

Lord Byron (2013). “Byron: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.347, Routledge

Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.

Writing, Ears, Way

He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.

People, Ears, Embarrassment

A material resurrection seems strange and even absurd except for purposes of punishment, and all punishment which is to revenge rather than correct must be morally wrong, and when the World is at an end, what moral or warning purpose can eternal tortures answer?

Revenge, Punishment, Atheism

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.2725, Delphi Classics

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.

Demon, Blight, Exile

Lord Byron (1854). “Childe Harold's pilgrimage”, p.57

What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.

Death, Sunset, Decay

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.1317, Delphi Classics

Pythagoras, Locke, Socrates - but pages might be filled up, as vainly as before, with the sad usage of all sorts of sages, who in his life-time, each was deemed a bore! The loftiest minds outrun their tardy ages.

Life, Philosophy, Philosophical

Lord Byron (2015). “Don Juan”, p.502, Xist Publishing

[My advice] will one day be found With other relics of 'a former world,' When this world shall be former, underground, Thrown topsy-turvy, twisted, crisped, and curled, Baked, fried or burnt, turned inside-out, or drowned, Like all the worlds before, which have been hurled First out of, and then back again to Chaos, The Superstratum which will overlay us.

Change, Science, Advice

LORD BYRON (1875). “DON JUAN”, p.212

Despair and Genius are too oft connected

Despair, Genius, Connected

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.1080, Delphi Classics

Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.

Daughter, Heart, House

Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.81, Cambridge University Press

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

Political, Consistency, Politics

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.3005, Delphi Classics

Constancy... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal.

Love, Small Changes, People

I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.

Atheism, Methodists, Positive Atheism

That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane

Soul, Insane, Delight

George Gordon Byron, “English Bards And Scotch Reviewers: A Satire”

Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylæ!

Three, Earth, Remnants

Lord Byron (2015). “Don Juan”, p.139, Xist Publishing

Knowledge is not happiness, and science But an exchange of ignorance for that Which is another kind of ignorance.

Ignorance, Knowledge, Science

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.1150, Delphi Classics

This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal.

Real, Reality, Adoration

Lord Byron (2015). “Don Juan”, p.115, Xist Publishing

Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.

Farewell, Faults, Hated

Lord Byron (2015). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.101, Sheba Blake Publishing

Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice-- The weakness and the wickedness of luxury-- The negligence--the apathy--the evils Of sensual sloth--produces ten thousand tyrants, Whose delegated cruelty surpasses The worst acts of one energetic master, However harsh and hard in his own bearing.

Thinking, Tyrants, Luxury

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Love, Hate, Men

'Don Juan' (1819-24) canto 13, st. 4.

Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.

Hypocrite, Hypocrisy, Smooth

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.1326, Delphi Classics

Born: January 22, 1788 - April 19, 1824
Occupation: Baron Byron

Quotes: 589

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