Lord Byron, formally George Gordon Noel Byron, 6th Baron Byron

Byron, formally George Gordon Noel Byron, 6th Baron Byron

British Poet and leading figure in the Romantic Movement

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They grieved for those who perished with the cutter, and also for the biscuit casks and butter.

This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.

Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.

The reward of suffering is experience.

The truly brave, when they behold the brave oppressed with odds, are touched with a desire to shield and save -- a mixture of wild beasts and demi-gods are they--now furious as the sweeping wave, now moved with pity; even as sometimes nods the rugged tree unto the summer wind, compassion breathes along the savage mind.

Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.

There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time.

There shrinks no ebb in that tideless sea, which changeless rolls eternally; So that wildest of waves, in their angriest mood, Scarce break on the bounds of the land for a rood; And the powerless moon beholds them flow, Heedless if she come or go.

They kindly leave us, but not quite alone, But in good company, the gout or stone.

This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.

Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

The seaman tells stories of winds, the ploughman of bulls; the soldier details his wounds, the shepherd his sheep.

The truth in masquerade.

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

There is no doubt that life is given us, not to be enjoyed, but to be overcome --to be got over.

There was a general whisper, toss, and wiggle, but etiquette forbade them all to giggle.

They never fail who die in a great cause: the block may soak their gore: their heads may sodden in the sun; their limbs be strung to city gates and castle walls— but still their Spirit walks abroad. Though years elapse, and others share as dark a doom, they but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts which overpower all others, and conduct the world at last to Freedom.

This place is the Devil, or at least his principal residence, they call it the University, but any other appellation would have suited it much better, for study is the last pursuit of the society; the Master eats, drinks, and sleeps, the Fellows drink, dispute and pun, the employments of the undergraduates you will probably conjecture without my description.

Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase, And marvel men should quit their easy chair, The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace; Oh! there is sweetness in the mountain air, And life, that bloated ease can never hope to share.

The ship from Ceylon, Inde, or far Cathay, unloads for him the fragrant produce of each trip.

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.

There are things which make revenge a virtue by reflection, and not an impulse of mere anger; though the laws sleep, justice wakes, and injur'd souls oft do a public right with private wrong.

There is no future pang Can deal that justice on the self-condemn'd He deals on his own soul.

There was a laughing devil in his sneer.

They say that hope is happiness but genuine love must prize the past; and mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless: they rose first -- they set the last. And all that mem'ry loves the most was once our only hope to be: and all that hope adored and lost hath melted into memory. Alas! It is delusion all-- the future cheats us from afar: nor can we be what we recall, nor dare we think on what we are.

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British Poet and leading figure in the Romantic Movement