Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I do not believe in revealed religion - I will have nothing to do with your immortality; we are miserable enough in… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, Unfit… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a grand peut-tre -but still it is a grand one. Everybody… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
When Newton saw an apple fall, he found In that slight startle from his contemplation- 'Tis said (for I'll not answer above… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Here lies interred in the eternity of the past, from whence there is no resurrection for the days - whatever there may… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
A sleep without dreams, after a rough day of toil, is what we covet most; and yet How clay shrinks back from… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Your thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men know your… — Lord Byron Copy Share
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her… — Lord Byron Copy Share
“We of the craft are all crazy. Some are affected by gaiety, others by melancholy, but all are more or less touched.” — Lord Byron Copy Share
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it. — Lord Byron Copy Share
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. — Lord Byron Copy Share
For most men (till by losing rendered sager), Will back their own opinions by a wager — Lord Byron Copy Share
It is by far the most elegant worship, hardly excepting the Greek mythology. What with incense, pictures, statues, altars, shrines, relics, and the real… — Lord Byron Copy Share
I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since… — Lord Byron Copy Share
O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness… — Lord Byron Copy Share
