Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quench desire; Still would I steep my lips in bliss,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
And the small ripple spilt upon the beach Scarcely o'erpass'd the cream of your champagne, When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“In vain!—As fall the dews on quenchless sands, Blood only serves to wash Ambition's hands!” — 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
