'Tis melancholy, and a fearful sign Of human frailty, folly, also crime, That love and marriage rarely can combine, Although they both… — 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
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past - For years fleet away with the wings of the dove -… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands. — 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
