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Lord Byron Quotes - Page 20

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My beautiful, my own My only Venice-this is breath! Thy breeze Thine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face! Thy very winds feel native to my veins, And cool them into calmness!

My beautiful, my own My only Venice-this is breath! Thy breeze Thine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face! Thy very winds feel native to my veins, And cool them into calmness!

Beautiful, Sea Breeze, Wind

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.1411, Delphi Classics

I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes - and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.

Shoes, Charity, Misery

Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.

Past, Lasts, Thee

Lord Byron (2013). “Selected Poems of Lord Byron”, p.6, Lulu Press, Inc

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.

Sweet, Our World, Sea

The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.

Wine, Sight, Blood

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.1252, Delphi Classics

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

God, Men, Climate

Don Juan canto 1, st. 63 (written 1818)

It is not one man nor a million, but the spirit of liberty that must be preserved. The waves which dash upon the shore are, one by one, broken, but the ocean conquers nevertheless. It overwhelms the Armada, it wears out the rock. In like manner, whatever the struggle of individuals, the great cause will gather strength.

Ocean, Struggle, Men

And the small ripple spilt upon the beach Scarcely o'erpass'd the cream of your champagne, When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers reach, That spring-dew of the spirit! the heart's rain! Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please,—the more because they preach in vain,— Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.

Beach, Laughter, Spring

Lord Byron (2013). “Don Juan”, p.83, Simon and Schuster

Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.

Sports, Autumn, Nuts

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

Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?.

Thinking, Wife, Laura

Don Juan canto 3, st. 8 (1821)

I hate all pain, Given or received; we have enough within us The meanest vassal as the loftiest monarch, Not to add to each other's natural burden Of mortal misery.

Pain, Hate, Add

Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails.

Heads Or Tails, Axes, Wind

Lord Byron (2013). “Don Juan”, p.50, Simon and Schuster

Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din; Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Man's conscience is the oracle of God.

Men, Land, Voice

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.1014, Delphi Classics

I have not loved the World, nor the World me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coined my cheek to smiles,-nor cried aloud In worship of an echo.

Echoes, World, Knees

'Childe Harold's Pilgrimage' (1812-18) canto 3, st. 113

And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.

Wrinkles, Democrat

"Don Juan". Canto X, Stanza 24. Poem by Lord Byron, 1818-1824.

The mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets. The corn is cut, the manor full of game; The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats In russet jacket;--lynx-like is his aim; Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats. An, nutbrown partridges! An, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.

Sports, Sweet, Party

Lord Byron (2015). “Don Juan”, p.408, Xist Publishing

The image of Eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

Ocean, Monsters, Thrones

Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.189, Cambridge University Press

Egypt! from whose all dateless tombs arose Forgotten Pharaohs from their long repose, And shook within their pyramids to hear A new Cambyses thundering in their ear; While the dark shades of forty ages stood Like startled giants by Nile's famous flood.

Dark, Egypt, Pyramids

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.724, Delphi Classics

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

Unhappy, Literature, Sometimes

O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain.

Pain, Teaching, Mind

By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.

Brother, Sight, Heaven

Lord Byron (2015). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.16, Sheba Blake Publishing

For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.

Grief, Past, Grieving

George Gordon Byron, “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto I.”

[Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it.

Language, Trouble, Rich

"To Mr. Moore". From the Letters of Lord Byron, December 5, 1816.

It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.

Time, Giving, Agitation

"Poet of all the passions" by Fiona MacCarthy, www.theguardian.com. November 8, 2002.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.

Night, Men, Hair

'The Prisoner of Chillon' (1816) st. 1

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

Quotes: 589

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