Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,-… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
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
Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, Unfit… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Many are poets, but without the name;For what is Poesy but to createFrom overfeeling Good or Ill; and aimAt an external life… — 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
