Lord Byron, formally George Gordon Noel Byron, 6th Baron Byron

Lord
Byron, formally George Gordon Noel Byron, 6th Baron Byron
1788
1824

British Poet and leading figure in the Romantic Movement

Author Quotes

To my extreme mortification, I grow wiser every day.

Vain, froward child of empire, say, Are all thy playthings snatched away?

We see many who are struggling against adversity who are happy, and more although abounding in wealth, who are wretched.

What is the sin which is not Sin in itself? Can circumstance make sin Or virtue?

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

When Youth and Pleasure meet to chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.

Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss

Wisdom, knowledge, power,--all combined.

Thy decay's still impregnate with divinity.

Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.

To sanction Vice, and hunt Decorum down.

Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.

We two parted in silence and tears, half broken-hearted to sever for years.

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each love one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth as I am now.

When friendship or love our sympathies move, When truth in a glance should appear, The lips may beguile with a dimple or smile, But the test of affection's a tear.

When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, he sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.

Who hath not proved how feebly words essay to fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray? 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?

Thy fanes, thy temple, to the surface bow, Commingling slowly with heroic earth, Broke by the share of every rustic plough: So perish monuments of mortal Birth, To perish all in turn, save well-recorded Worth.

Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull

To the mind, Which is itself, no changes bring surprise.

Vice, that digs her own voluptuous tomb!

Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son!/ All that we know is, nothing can be known.

What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.

When health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing, And flies with every changing gale of spring.

Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much - and pleases me so much (when my passions are not interested in one way or the other) that I go on wondering for a week to come.

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First Name
Lord
Last Name
Byron, formally George Gordon Noel Byron, 6th Baron Byron
Birth Date
1788
Death Date
1824
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British Poet and leading figure in the Romantic Movement