A thirst for gold, The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm The meanest hearts. — 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
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice. — 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
Every sense hath been o'erstrung, and each frail fibre of the brain sent forth her thoughts all wild and wide — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Though the day of my Destiny 's over, And the star of my Fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover… — 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
The fact is that my wife if she had common sense would have more power over me than any other whatsoever, for… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
There is no passion, more spectral or fantastical than hate, not even its opposite, love, so peoples air, with phantoms, as this… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart-- The heart which… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
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
You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her. Never underestimate the power of… — 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… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!-- The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me! — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Such is your cold coquette, who can't say "No," And won't say "Yes," and keeps you on and off-ing On a lee-shore,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
And the small ripple spilt upon the beach Scarcely o'erpass'd the cream of your champagne, When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still… — 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
