“Evil and Good are things in their own essebce and not made good or evil by the giver. but if he gives you good so cal him; if evil springs from him, do not name it mine till ye know… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
“This was an easy matter with a man Oft in the wrong, and never on his guard; And even the wisest, do the best… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“And he who lieth there was childless. I have dried the fountain of gentle race.. -Cain” — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“You are 'the best of cut-throats:'--do not start; The phrase is Shakespeare's, and not misapplied:-- War's a brain-spattering, windpipe-slitting art, Unless her cause by… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“Thou shalt believe in Milton, Dryden, Pope; Thou shalt not set up Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey; Because the first is crazed beyond all hope, The… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“Shadow! or Spirit! Whatever thou art, Which still doth inherit The whole or a part Of the form of thy birth, Of the mould… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“Think how the joys of reading a Gazette Are purchased by all agonies and crimes: Or if these do not move you, don't forget… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“Evil and Good are things in their own essebce and not made good or evil by the giver. but if he gives you good… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“LUCIFER: They say what they must sing and say on pain Of being that which I am and thou art-- Of spirits and of… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“If I should meet thee After long years How should I greet thee? With silence and tears.” — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“And fourthly, what need hardly be said twice, That good but rarely came from good advice.” — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“and there the stories Of martyrs awed, as Spagnoletto tainted His brush with all the blood of all the sainted.” — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“FILL THE GOBLET AGAIN A Song Fill the goblet again! for I never before Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart to its… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“Love in full life and length, not love ideal, No, nor ideal beauty, that fine name, But something better still, so very real...” — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
