“They accuse me-- Me --the present writer of The present poem--of--I know not what,-- A tendency to under-rate and scoff At human power and virtue, and all that; And this they say in language rather rough. Good God! I wonder… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
“This was an easy matter with a man Oft in the wrong, and never on his guard; And even the wisest, do the best… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
“And he who lieth there was childless. I have dried the fountain of gentle race.. -Cain” — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
“You are 'the best of cut-throats:'--do not start; The phrase is Shakespeare's, and not misapplied:-- War's a brain-spattering, windpipe-slitting art, Unless her cause by… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
“Thou shalt believe in Milton, Dryden, Pope; Thou shalt not set up Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey; Because the first is crazed beyond all hope, The… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
“Shadow! or Spirit! Whatever thou art, Which still doth inherit The whole or a part Of the form of thy birth, Of the mould… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
“Think how the joys of reading a Gazette Are purchased by all agonies and crimes: Or if these do not move you, don't forget… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
“Evil and Good are things in their own essebce and not made good or evil by the giver. but if he gives you good so cal him; if evil springs from him, do not name it mine till ye know better its true fount -Lucifer” — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
“LUCIFER: They say what they must sing and say on pain Of being that which I am and thou art-- Of spirits and of men. CAIN: And what is that? LUCIFER: Souls who dare use their immortality, Souls who dare look the omnipotent tyrant in His everlasting face and tell him that His evil is not good!” — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are! How less what we may be! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages; while the graves… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share
“If I should meet thee After long years How should I greet thee? With silence and tears.” — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
“And fourthly, what need hardly be said twice, That good but rarely came from good advice.” — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
