#Quote
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!
Facebook
Twitter
More Quotes by Lord Byron
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in love with them, which I cannot at all account for, having no very high opinion of the sex. But yet, I always feel in better humor with myself and every thing else, if there is a woman within ken.
What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
