“When people say, 'I've told you fifty times,' They mean to scold, and very often do; When poets say, 'I've… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair) — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
It would be difficult, perhaps, to find the annals of a nation less stained with crimes than those of the Armenians, whose… — 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
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Sometimes it seems like we're living in a prison & the crime is how much we hate ourselves. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay, Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate… — 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
