More Quotes by Lord Byron
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!
On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
Life is too short for chess.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
