Quotes
Quotes - Lord Byron
Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
Who track the steps of glory to the grave.
Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man,
And broke the die, in moulding Sheridan.
O God! it is a fearful thing
To see the human soul take wing
In any shape, in any mood.
And both were young, and one was beautiful.
And to his eye
There was but one beloved face on earth,
And that was shining on him.
She was his life,
The ocean to the river of his thoughts,
Which terminated all.
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful
That God alone was to be seen in heaven.
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
I had a dream which was not all a dream.
My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea;
But before I go, Tom Moore,
Here's a double health to thee!
Here's a sigh to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate;
And whatever sky's above me,
Here's a heart for every fate.
Were 't the last drop in the well,
As I gasp'd upon the brink,
Ere my fainting spirit fell
'T is to thee that I would drink.
So we 'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night.
Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains;
They crowned him long ago
On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,
With a diadem of snow.
But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we,
Half dust, half deity, alike unfit
To sink or soar.
Think'st thou existence doth depend on time?
It doth; but actions are our epochs.
The heart ran o'er
With silent worship of the great of old!
The dead but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule
Our spirits from their urns.
Which makes life itself a lie,
Flattering dust with eternity.
By all that's good and glorious.
I am the very slave of circumstance
And impulse,--borne away with every breath!
The dust we tread upon was once alive.
For most men (till by losing rendered sager)
Will back their own opinions by a wager.
Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto,
Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.
