My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things… — 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
I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest,… — 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
