In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
This place is the Devil, or at least his principal residence, they call it the University, but any other appellation would have… — 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
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
And Mocha's berry, from Arabia pure, In small fine china cups, came in at last. Gold cups of filigree, made to secure… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate,… — 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
