"Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, And Fear her danger; opens a new world When this, the present, palls."
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Lord Byron quotes (page 20 of 30)
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"Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year."
"Man's conscience is the oracle of God."
"Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight."
"A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote With just enough learning to misquote."
"In solitude, when we are least alone."
"I awoke one day to find myself famous."
"If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself...that a tiger is an optical illusion--well, he will find out he is wrong. The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive."
"It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don't make love till almost obliged."
"Good but rarely came from good advice."
"I am ashes where once I was fire."
"History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page."
"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."
"I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye."
"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."
"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."
"Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires."
"She was like me in lineaments-- her eyes Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone Even of her voice, they said were like to mine; But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty; She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe: nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears-- which I had not; And tenderness-- but that I had for her; Humility-- and that I never had. Her faults were mine-- her virtues were her own-- I loved her, and destroy'd her!"
"Ecclesiastes said that "all is vanity," Most modern preachers say the same, or show it By their examples of true Christianity: In short, all know, or very short may know it."
"The simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, both by precept and example, shows / That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose."