Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea - the… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
[Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
. and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learnd the language of another world — 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