I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse borne away with every breath! Misplaced upon the throne misplaced in life. I… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
My beautiful, my own My only Venice-this is breath! Thy breeze Thine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face! Thy very winds… — 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
There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not… — 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
