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

Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.

We deem those happy who from the experience of life have learnt to bear its ills without being overcome by them.

What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain? The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain, That starts at once--bright pure--from Pity's mine, Already polish'd by the hand divine!

When a man gets to despair he knows that all his thinking will never get him out. He will only get out by the sheer creative effort of God. Consequently he is in the right attitude to receive from God that which he cannot gain for himself.

When walking through the valley of shadows, remember, a shadow is cast by a Light.

Which makes life itself a lie, Flattering dust with eternity.

Why did she love him? Curious fool!--be still-- Is human love the growth of human will?

Three hundred cannon threw up their emetic, And thirty thousand muskets flung their pills Like hail, to make a bloody diuretic; Mortality! thou hast thy monthly bills! Thy plagues, thy famines, thy physicians, yet tick, Like the death-watch, within our ears the ills, Past, present, and to come; but all may yield To the true portrait of one battle-field.

Tis said that persons living on annuities are longer lived than others'Tis said the lion will turn and flee From a maid in the pride of her purity.

To feel for none is the true social art of the world's stoics - men without a heart.

Twas blow for blow, disputing inch by inch, For one would not retreat, nor t'other flinch.

We have progressively improved into a less spiritual species of tenderness – but the seal is not yet fixed though the wax is preparing for the impression.

What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; and mortals may be happy to resemble the Gods but in decay.

When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, let him combat for that of his neighbors; let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome, and get knocked on the head for his labors. To do good to Mankind is the chivalrous plan, and is always as nobly requited; then battle from Freedom wherever you can, and, if not shot or hanged, you'll get knighted.

When we have what we like 'tis hard to miss it.

While franklin's quiet memory climbs to heaven, calming the lightning which he thence hath riven, or drawing from the no less kindled earth freedom and peace to that which boasts his birth; while washington's a watchword, such as ne'er shall sink while there's an echo left to air.

Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.

Through life's road, so dim and dirty, I have dragged to three and thirty; What have these years left to me? Nothing, except thirty-three.

Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give No hollow aid; alone--man with his God must strive.

To fly from, need not be to hate mankind.

Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, and help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low: so the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, no more through rolling clouds to soar again, view'd his own feather on the fatal dart, and wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.

We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.

What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past-- For years fleet away with the wings of the dove-- The dearest remembrance will still be the last, Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.

When we think we lead we are most led.

Author Picture
First Name
Lord
Last Name
Byron, formally George Gordon Noel Byron, 6th Baron Byron
Birth Date
1788
Death Date
1824
Bio

British Poet and leading figure in the Romantic Movement