Quotes
Quotes - Lord Byron
And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.
He who ascends to mountain-tops shall find
The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow;
He who surpasses or subdues mankind
Must look down on the hate of those below.
All tenantless, save to the crannying wind.
The castled crag of Drachenfels
Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.
He had kept
The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
But there are wanderers o'er Eternity
Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone.
I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me; and to me
High mountains are a feeling, but the hum
Of human cities torture.
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing
To waft me from distraction.
On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
All is concentr'd in a life intense,
Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost,
But hath a part of being.
In solitude, where we are least alone.
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.
Exhausting thought,
And hiving wisdom with each studious year.
Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
I stood
Among them, but not of them; in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs,
A palace and a prison on each hand.
Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree
I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed.
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo,
The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe!
There are some feelings time cannot benumb,
Nor torture shake.
Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound.
