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By Anonym 14 Sep

Lord Byron

No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Lord Byron

Send me no more reviews of any kind. I will read no more of evil or good in that line. Walter Scott has not read a review of himself for thirteen years .

By Anonym 14 Sep

Lord Byron

That low vice, curiosity!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Lord Byron

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lord Byron

We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Lord Byron

Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

Here lies interred in the eternity of the past, from whence there is no resurrection for the days - whatever there may be for the dust - the thirty-third year of an ill-spent life, which, after a lingering disease of many months sank into a lethargy, and expired, January 22d, 1821, A.D. leaving a successor inconsolable for the very loss which occasioned its existence.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Lord Byron

Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

Fill high the cup with Samian wine!

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lord Byron

The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains--beautiful! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man, and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learned the language of another world.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lord Byron

There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Lord Byron

I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation -- they are all better than us and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Lord Byron

Wedded she some years, and to a man Of fifty, and such husbands are in plenty; And yet, I think, instead of such a ONE 'Twere better to have TWO of five and twenty...

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lord Byron

Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

Hearts will break - yet brokenly, live on.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lord Byron

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

And life 's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Lord Byron

Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lord Byron

The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Lord Byron

Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lord Byron

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!

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lord Byron

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter." And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, - thou livest forever!

By Anonym 17 Sep

Lord Byron

...methinks the older that one grows, Inclines us more to laugh the scold, though laughter Leaves us so doubly serious shortly after.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Lord Byron

It is by far the most elegant worship, hardly excepting the Greek mythology. What with incense, pictures, statues, altars, shrines, relics, and the real presence, confession, absolution, - there is something sensible to grasp at. Besides, it leaves no possibility of doubt; for those who swallow their Deity, really and truly, in transubstantiation, can hardly find any thing else otherwise than easy of digestion.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Lord Byron

O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lord Byron

Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Lord Byron

O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur'd for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,--at which my soul aches to think,-- Intoxicated with eternity.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Lord Byron

Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem; but although we sneer - In health - when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lord Byron

There is no passion, more spectral or fantastical than hate, not even its opposite, love, so peoples air, with phantoms, as this madness of the heart.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Lord Byron

Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lord Byron

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Lord Byron

Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'t is gone, and all is gray.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lord Byron

What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

Despair and Genius are too oft connected

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

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.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Lord Byron

Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lord Byron

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

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lord Byron

I die but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed.