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

What boots the oft-repeated tale of strife, The feast of vultures, and the waste of life? The varying fortune of each separate field, The fierce that vanquish, and the faint that yield? The smoking ruin and the crumbled wall? In this the struggle was the same with all.

What, lost a world, and bade a hero fly? The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye.

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

Who would be free themselves must strike the blow

Tis pity wine should be so deleterious, for tea and coffee leave us much more serious.

To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

Troy owes to Homer what whist owes to Hoyle

We are the fools of Time and Terror: Days steal on us, and steal from us; yet we live, loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and but heal to wear That which disfigures it.

What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!

When things are at the worst they sometimes mend.

Where'er we tread 'tis haunted, holy ground.

Whom the gods love die young was said of yore.

Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

To create, and in creating live a being more intense, that we endow with form our fancy, gaining as we give the life we image, even as i do now. What am i? Nothing: but not so art thou, soul of my thought! With whom i traverse earth, invisible but gazing, as I glow mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, and feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings' dearth.

Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of this world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.

We can’t all be Byronic adventurers like you Jude. Have you been wrestling with any brigands in the mountains there? No, but you’ve got to watch the drivers! Funny you should mention the poetic lord. He used to take his holidays down here, you know? What… picking up last-minute bargains with ‘EasyFrigate’?

What exile from himself can flee? To zones, though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of life--the demon Thought.

Whatsoe'er thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought and softly bodied forth.

When things are bad, we take comfort in the thought that they could always get worse. And when they are, we find hope in the thought that things are so bad they have to get better.

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.

Whose game was empires and whose stakes were thrones, Whose table earth, whose dice were human bones.

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.

To endure is the first thing that a child ought to learn, and that which he will have the most need to know.

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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