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

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

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.

Author Picture
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