Just as old age is creeping on space, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before; The winds were wither'd in… — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
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 Image
For most men (till by losing rendered sager), Will back their own opinions by a wager — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
