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

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour.

Above me are the alps, the palaces of nature, whose vast walls have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, and thron'd eternity in icy halls of cold sublimity, where forms and falls the avalanche--the thunderbolt of snow! All that expands the spirit, yet appalls, gather round these summits, as to show how earth may pierce to heaven, yet leave vain man below.

Agree to a short armistice with truth.

All humans are hypocrites; the biggest hypocrite of all is the one who claims to detest hypocrisy

Among them, but not of them.

A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know.

A little tumult, now and then, is an agreeable quickener of sensation; such as a revolution, a battle, or an adventure of any lively description.

A single drop of ink is that which can make thousands think.

Above or Love, Hope, Hate or Fear, it lives all passionless and pure: an age shall fleet like earthly year; its years in moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing, o'er all, through all, its thought shall fly; a nameless and eternal thing, forgetting what it was to die.

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!

All I saw farther, in the last confusion, was, that King George slipped into heaven for one; and when the tumult dwindled to a calm, I left him practicing the hundredth psalm.

An exile, saddest of all prisoners, who has the whole world for a dungeon strong, seas, mountains, and the horizon's verge for bars.

A certain amount of opposition is a great help to a man. Kites rise against, not with, the wind.

A little while she strove, and much repented. And whispering 'I will ne'er consent, consented.

A smooth sea never made a skillful mariner.

Absence - that common cure of love.

Ah! surely nothing dies but something mourns!

All is concentred in a life intense, where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, but hath a part of being.

An infant when it gazes on a light, A child the moment when it drains the breast, A devotee when soars the Host in sight, An Arab with a stranger for a guest, A sailor when the prize has struck in fight, A miser filling his most hoarded chest, Feel rapture; but not such true joy are reaping As they who watch o'er what they love while sleeping.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love.

A stumble may prevent a fall.

Abuse a man unjustly, and you will make friends for him.

Ah! Were I sever'd from thy side, where were thy friend and who my guide? Years have not seen, time shall not see the hour that tears my soul from thee.

All is gentle; nought stirs rudely; but congenial with the night, whatever walks is gliding like a spirit.

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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