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Lord Byron Quotes about Heart

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You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?

You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?

Heart, Keys

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

Hate, Heart, Hatred

You should have a softer pillow than my heart.

Love, Heart, Should Have

To his wife, who had rested her head on his breast, in E. C. Mayne (ed.) 'The Life and Letters of Anne Isabella, Lady Noel Byron' (1929) ch. 11

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

Love, Heart, Intuition

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

Heart, Wounds And Scars, Deep Wounds

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

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

Passion, Heart, My Heart

Lord Byron (2015). “Don Juan”, p.43, Sheba Blake Publishing

Hearts will break - yet brokenly, live on.

Inspirational, Friendship, Heart

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

Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.

Hope, Heart, Break

Lord Byron (2015). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.7, Sheba Blake Publishing

The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes, and feel for what their duty bids them do.

Heart, Eye, Brave

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.1218, Delphi Classics

And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!

Love, Heart, Voice

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.1153, Delphi Classics

In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears

Heart, Grieving, Years

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.383, Delphi Classics

From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow. . . . . The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.

Spring, Home, Heart

Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.

Heart

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.827, Delphi Classics

Though the day of my Destiny 's over, And the star of my Fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find.

Stars, Heart, Fate

Lord Byron (2013). “Selected Poems of Lord Byron”, p.19, Lulu Press, Inc

The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!

Eye, Heart, Light

'The Bride of Abydos' (1813) canto 1, st. 6

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

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

The fact is that my wife if she had common sense would have more power over me than any other whatsoever, for my heart always alights upon the nearest perch.

Heart, Power, Common Sense

Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.

Heart, Past, Gone

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.351, Delphi Classics

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

Dog, Fall, Heart

George Gordon Byron, “Epitaph To A Dog”

Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate.

Hate, Heart, Fate

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.536, Delphi Classics

Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.

Sweet, Heart, Creation

Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.166, Cambridge University Press

The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

Sweet, Heart, Voice

Lord Byron (2013). “Don Juan”, p.346, Simon and Schuster

My slumbers--if I slumber--are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not: in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men.

Heart, Sleep, Eye

Lord Byron (2014). “Manfred”, p.10, Simon and Schuster

So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still be as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul outwears the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon.

Heart, Moon, Night

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.533, Delphi Classics

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

Quotes: 589

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