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

Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?

Tis enough - Who listens once will listen twice; Her heart be sure is not of ice, And one refusal no rebuff.

To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.

Tribulation will not hurt you, unless as it too often does; it hardens you and makes you sour, narrow and skeptical.

We are all 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 an antithetical mind! -- tenderness, roughness -- delicacy, coarseness -- sentiment, sensuality -- soaring and groveling, dirt and deity -- all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!

What want these outlaws conquerors should have But History's purchased page to call them great?

When something an affliction happens to you, you either let it defeat you, or you defeat it.

Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine?

Who upon earth could live were all judged justly?

'Tis melancholy, and a fearful sign Of human frailty, folly, also crime, That love and marriage rarely can combine, Although they both are born in the same clime; Marriage from love, like vinegar from wine - A sad, sour, sober beverage - by time Is s.

To be precocious Was in her eyes a thing the most atrocious.

Trouble is the common denominator of living. It is the great equalizer.

We are always on the anvil; by trials God is shaping us for higher things.

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!

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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