“Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are! How less what we may be! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on,… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
“This was an easy matter with a man Oft in the wrong, and never on his guard; And even the wisest, do the best… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“And he who lieth there was childless. I have dried the fountain of gentle race.. -Cain” — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“You are 'the best of cut-throats:'--do not start; The phrase is Shakespeare's, and not misapplied:-- War's a brain-spattering, windpipe-slitting art, Unless her cause by… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“Thou shalt believe in Milton, Dryden, Pope; Thou shalt not set up Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey; Because the first is crazed beyond all hope, The… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“Shadow! or Spirit! Whatever thou art, Which still doth inherit The whole or a part Of the form of thy birth, Of the mould… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“Think how the joys of reading a Gazette Are purchased by all agonies and crimes: Or if these do not move you, don't forget… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“Evil and Good are things in their own essebce and not made good or evil by the giver. but if he gives you good… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“LUCIFER: They say what they must sing and say on pain Of being that which I am and thou art-- Of spirits and of… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“If I should meet thee After long years How should I greet thee? With silence and tears.” — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“And fourthly, what need hardly be said twice, That good but rarely came from good advice.” — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“and there the stories Of martyrs awed, as Spagnoletto tainted His brush with all the blood of all the sainted.” — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“FILL THE GOBLET AGAIN A Song Fill the goblet again! for I never before Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart to its… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“Love in full life and length, not love ideal, No, nor ideal beauty, that fine name, But something better still, so very real...” — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
