More Quotes by Lord Byron
Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
Think not I am what I appear.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
