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

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

British Poet and leading figure in the Romantic Movement

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When we think we lead we are most led.

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

Why don't they knead two virtuous souls for life Into that moral centaur, man and wife?

Thus ever fade my fairy dreams of bliss.

Tis strange - but true; for truth is always strange; stranger than fiction; if it could be told, how much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold! How oft would vice and virtue places change! The new world would be nothing to the old, if some Columbus of the moral seas would show mankind their souls' antipodes.

To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind: all are not fit with them to stir and toil, nor is it discontent to keep the mind deep in its fountain.

Tyranny Is far the worst of treasons. Dost thou deem none rebels except subjects? The prince who neglects or violates his trust is more a brigand than the robber-chief.

We ne'er forget, tho' there we are forgot.

What is hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

When all of genius which can perish dies.

When we two parted in silence and tears, half broken-hearted, to sever for years, pale grew thy cheek and cold, colder thy kiss; truly that hour foretold sorrow to this. The dew of the morning sank chill on my brow— it felt like the warning of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, and light is thy fame: i hear thy name spoken, and share in its shame. They name thee before me, a knell to mine ear; a shudder comes o'er me— why wert thou so dear? They know not i knew thee, who knew thee too well — long, long shall I rue thee too deeply to tell. 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.

Who could be happy and alone or good?

Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?

Thus, as the stream and ocean greet, with waves that madden as they meet-- Thus join the bands whom mutual wrong, and fate and fury drive along.

Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.

To have joy one must share it. Happiness was born a twin.

Upon her face there was the tint of grief, The settled shadow of an inward strife; And an unquiet drooping of the eye, As if its lid were charged with unshed tears.

We of the craft (poets) are all crazy.

What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up a hill, Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapor: For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper," To have, when the original is dust, A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.

When Bishop Berkeley said `there was no matter', And proved it - 'twas no matter what he said.

When you come to a roadblock, take a detour.

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?

Wine cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires the young, makes weariness forget his toil.

Thy day without a cloud bath pass'd, And thou wert lovely to the last; extinguish'd not decay'd! As stars that shoot along the sky Shine brightest as they fall from high.

Tis sweet to hear the watch dogs' honest bark - Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark - Our coming and look brighter when we come

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British Poet and leading figure in the Romantic Movement