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Quotes - Lord Byron


Oh "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue!"
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,
Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

But all have prices,
From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

And puts himself upon his good behaviour.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul,--the dinner bell.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

The women pardon'd all except her face.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious,
Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase
By which such things are settled nowadays.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

The drying up a single tear has more
Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

Thrice happy he whose name has been well spelt
In the despatch: I knew a man whose loss
Was printed Grove, although his name was Grose.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger
Is woman!

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

Oh for a forty-parson power!

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

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

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

And after all, what is a lie? 'T is but
The truth in masquerade.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

'T is strange the mind, that very fiery particle,
Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

Of all tales 't is the saddest,--and more sad,
Because it makes us smile.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

Society is now one polish'd horde,
Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

All human history attests
That happiness for man,--the hungry sinner!--
Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

'T is strange, but true; for truth is always strange,--
Stranger than fiction.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded,
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

Friendship is Love without his wings.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

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