Collection of our favorite Quotes and sayings by Lord Byron.
Be hypocritical, be cautious, be Not what you seem but always what you see.
Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?
Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.
Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.
And if I laugh at any mortal thing, ‘Tis that I may not weep.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep: and yet a third of
Life is passed in sleep
My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! – Lord Byron
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
When health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing, And flies with every changing gale of spring.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Her great merit is finding out mine – there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
With more capacity for love than earth Bestows on most of mortal mould and birth, His early dreams of good out-stripp’d the truth, And troubled manhood follow’d baffled youth.
A change came o’er the spirit of my dream.
Brave men are all vertebrates; they have their softness on the surface and their toughness in the middle.
An, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!–’Tis no sport for peasants.
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess, The might–the majesty of Loveliness?
There’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away
Brave men were living before Agamemnon.
Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock!
That famish’d people must be slowly nurst, And fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.
Age shakes Athena’s tower, but spares gray Marathon.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.
I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation – they are all better than us and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves.
With eyes that look’d into the very soul– . . . . Bright–and as black and burning as coal.
And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.
Oh, for one hour of blind old Dandolo, Th’ octogenarian chief, Byzantium’s conquering foe!
Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh; Here Harod lies–but where’s his Epitaph? If such you seek, try Westminister, and view Ten thousand, just as fit for him as you.
Such hath it been–shall be–beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise!
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
But yet she listen’d–’tis enough– Who listens once will listen twice;
Her heart, be sure, is not of ice, And one refusal no rebuff.
What your favorite Lord Byron Quotes
Related posts:
