I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation - they are all better… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I cannot describe to you the despairing sensation of trying to do something for a man who seems incapable or unwilling to… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
But as to women, who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? Man's very sympathy with their estate has much… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
It is not one man nor a million, but the spirit of liberty that must be preserved. The waves which dash upon… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Are we aware of our obligations to a mob? It is the mob that labor in your fields and serve in your… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Man is a carnivorous production, And must have meals, at least one meal a day; He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Bread has been made (indifferent) from potatoes; And galvanism has set some corpses grinning, But has not answer'd like the apparatus Of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Oh, nature's noblest gift, my grey goose quill, Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from the parent bird to… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din; Whatever creed be taught or land… — 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
