"Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave."
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Lord Byron quotes (page 28 of 30)
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"Poetry should only occupy the idle."
"Thy decay's still impregnate with divinity."
"The Coach does not play in the game, but the Coach helps the players identify areas to improve their game."
"I die but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed."
"Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?."
"He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)"
"But every fool describes, in these bright days, His wondrous journey to some foreign court, And spawns his quarto, and demands your praise,-- Death to his publisher, to him 'tis sport."
"Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs."
"My altars are the mountains and the ocean."
"In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour."
"But mighty Nature bounds as from her birth; The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth: Flowers in the valley, splendor in the beam, Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream."
"The basis of your religion is injustice. The Son of God the pure, the immaculate, the innocent, is sacrificed for the guilty. This proves his heroism, but no more does away with man's sin than a school boy's volunteering to be flogged for another would exculpate a dunce from negligence."
"Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone."
"'Twas strange that one so young should thus concern His brain about the action of the sky; If you think 'twas philosophy that this did, I can't help thinking puberty assisted."
"Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one's right; and when one's wrong They smile still more."
"Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes; But no too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes: Disguise even tenderness if thou art wise."
"The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!-- The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns."
"Fill high the cup with Samian wine!"
"Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?"