I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
For all we know that English people are/ Fed upon beef - I won't say much of beer/ Because 'tis liquor only,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear. — 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
