Authors:

A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z

Lord Byron Quotes - Page 14

All Quotes Age Ambition Art Atheism Beer Bravery Change Conscience Cooking Country Crime Critics Death Desire Devil Doubt Drinking Duty Dying Earth Eternity Evil Fame Fate Feelings Food Friends Friendship Funny Genius Giving Glory Gold Grief Grieving Happiness Hate Hatred Health Heart Heaven Hell Home Hope House Hypocrisy Imagination Immortality Inspirational Jealousy Joy Kissing Language Laughter Liberty Life Literature Losing Love Lying Marriage Memories Military Money Moon Mountain Nature Pain Passion Past Philosophy Poetry Power Praise Reading Reality Religion Reputation Sadness School Science Silence Sin Sleep Solitude Sorrow Soul Sports Spring Time Torture Travel Truth Tyranny Virtue Waiting War Water Wife Wine Wisdom Worship Writing Youth

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

Hands, Assuming, Contempt

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.789, Delphi Classics

Tyranny Is far the worst of treasons. Dost thou deem None rebels except subjects? The prince who Neglects or violates his trust is more A brigand than the robber-chief.

Tyrants, Rebel, Neglect

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.1436, Delphi Classics

Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.

Hate, Twilight, Water

George Gordon Byron, “Don Juan: Canto The Second”

There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth

Speech, Plant, Traitor

Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,- Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.

Truth, Fire, Names

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

If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.

Love, Pain, Writing

And Mocha's berry, from Arabia pure, In small fine china cups, came in at last. Gold cups of filigree, made to secure the hand from burning, underneath them place. Cloves, cinnamon and saffron, too, were boiled Up with the coffee, which, I think, they spoiled.

Coffee, Food, Thinking

Lord Byron (2013). “Don Juan”, p.102, Simon and Schuster

But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.

Tired, Men, World

Lord Byron (2015). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.36, Sheba Blake Publishing

I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.

Long, Library, Lamps

A sleep without dreams, after a rough day of toil, is what we covet most; and yet How clay shrinks back from more quiescent clay! The very Suicide that pays his debt at once without installments (an old way of paying debts, which creditors regret) Lets out impatiently his rushing breath, less from disgust of life than dread of death.

Suicide, Dream, Regret

Lord Byron (2013). “Don Juan”, p.324, Simon and Schuster

Not to admire, is all the art I know To make men happy, or to keep them so. Thus Horace wrote we all know long ago; And thus Pope quotes the precept to re-teach From his translation; but had none admired, Would Pope have sung, or Horace been inspired?

Art, Men, Long Ago

Lord Byron (2017). “Don Juan”, p.263, BookRix

A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

Baby, Rose, Sweetest

'Don Juan' (1819-24) canto 15, st. 43

The reason that adulation is not displeasing is that, though untrue, it shows one to be of consequence enough, in one way or other, to induce people to lie.

Lying, People, Way

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.2986, Delphi Classics

And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee.

Doubt, Steps, Thee

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.1074, Delphi Classics

In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee

Sympathy, Bird, Tree

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.496, Delphi Classics

Next to dressing for a rout or ball, undressing is a woe.

Fashion, Clothes, Balls

Lord Byron (2013). “Don Juan”, p.364, Simon and Schuster

He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.

Life, Years, Waiting

Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.82, Cambridge University Press

The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August

Summer, Senior, Winter

Don Juan canto 13, st. 42 (1823)

And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.

Dream, Joy, Tears

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.502, Delphi Classics

Now what I love in women is, they won't Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.

Women, Lying, Wells

Lord Byron (2009). “Don Juan”, p.486, The Floating Press

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

Sadness, Tales, Saddest

Lord Byron (2013). “Don Juan”, p.304, Simon and Schuster

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.

Prayer, Farewell, Air

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.381, Delphi Classics

Sublime tobacco! which from east to west, Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest; Which on the Moslem's ottoman divides His hours, and rivals opium and his brides; Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand, Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand: Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe, When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers wooing the caress, More dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties Give me a cigar!

Cheer, Giving, Sublime

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.1029, Delphi Classics

In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.

Art, Writing, Men

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.2993, Delphi Classics

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

Sad, Sea, Lovers

LORD BYRON (1875). “DON JUAN”, p.155

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

Quotes: 589

Popular Topics