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
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The music, and the banquet, and the wine-- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments--… — 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
Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean, When both the teacher and… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes; But no too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes, and feel for what their duty bids them do. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;… — 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
