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Lord Byron Quotes - Page 19

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'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

Book, Names, Literature

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

Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes.

Passion, Crowns, Pique

Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.56, Cambridge University Press

I am no Platonist, I am nothing at all; but I would sooner be a Paulician, Manichean, Spinozist, Gentile, Pyrrhonian, Zoroastrian, than one of the seventy-two villainous sects who are tearing each other to pieces for the love of the Lord and hatred of each other.

Two, Hatred, Religion

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.2722, Delphi Classics

Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.

Grieving, Bravery, Brave

Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.90, Cambridge University Press

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!

Love, Turtles, Land

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.787, Delphi Classics

For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

Country, Hunting, Literature

'The Age of Bronze' (1823) st. 14

For all we know that English people are/ Fed upon beef - I won't say much of beer/ Because 'tis liquor only, and being far/ From this my subject, has no business here;/ We know too, they are very fond of war,/ A pleasure - like all pleasures - rather dear;/ So were the Cretans - from which I infer/ That beef and battle both were owing her

War, Beer, Animal

Lord Byron (2013). “Byron: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.241, Routledge

With flowing tail and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretched by pain, Mouth bloodless to bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod, A thousand horses - the wild - the free - Like waves that follow o'er the sea, Came thickly thundering on.

Horse, Pain, Sea

Lord Byron, “Mazeppa”

As to Don Juan, confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? It may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world? and tooled in a post-chaise? in a hackney coach? in a Gondola? against a wall? in a court carriage? in a vis a vis? on a table? and under it?

Life, Wall, Writing

On 'Don Juan' in a letter to Douglas Kinnaird, October 26 1819: L. A. Marchand (ed.) 'Byron's Letters and Journals' vol. 6 (1978)

Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land-Good Night!

Good Night, Country, Farewell

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.178, Delphi Classics

That low vice, curiosity!

Curiosity, Vices, Lows

Lord Byron, Donald A. Low (2013). “Byron: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.139, Routledge

I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.

Death, Dust, Hair

I suppose we shall soon travel by air-vessels; make air instead of sea voyages; and at length find our way to the moon, in spite of the want of atmosphere.

Moon, Air, Sea

This is the patent-age of new inventions For killing bodies, and for saving souls, All propagated with the best intentions; Sir Humphrey Davy's lantern, by which coals Are safely mined for in the mode he mentions, Tombuctoo travels, voyages to the Poles, Are ways to benefit mankind, as true, Perhaps, as shooting them at Waterloo.

Science, Soul, Age

Many are poets, but without the name;For what is Poesy but to createFrom overfeeling Good or Ill; and aimAt an external life beyond our fate,And be the new Prometheus of new men,Bestowing fire from Heaven, and then, too late,Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain

Pain, Fate, Men

The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.

Reading, Book, Book Reading

Letter to Richard Hoppner, October 29 1819, in L. A. Marchand (ed.) 'Byron's Letters and Journals' vol. 6 (1978)

What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.

Art, Military, Army

The Coach does not play in the game, but the Coach helps the players identify areas to improve their game.

Sports, Player, Games

Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much - and pleases me so much (when my passions are not interested in one way or the other) that I go on wondering for a week to come.

Passion, Please Me, Goes On

A legal broom's a moral chimney-sweeper, And that's the reason he himself's so dirty

Dirty, Moral, Reason

Lord Byron (2013). “Don Juan”, p.254, Simon and Schuster

O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.

Money, Gold, Credit

Alas! how deeply painful is all payment!

Pain, Painful, Payment

Lord Byron (2015). “Don Juan”, p.243, Sheba Blake Publishing

Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.

Sleep, Reality, Two

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

The music, and the banquet, and the wine-- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments-- The white arms and the raven hair--the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.

Flower, Wine, Eye

Bread has been made (indifferent) from potatoes; And galvanism has set some corpses grinning, But has not answer'd like the apparatus Of the Humane Society's beginning, By which men are unsuffocated gratis: What wondrous new machines have late been spinning.

Science, Men, Machines

Lord Byron (2013). “Don Juan”, p.32, Simon and Schuster

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

Quotes: 589

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