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
Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair? — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great! — 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
