In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour. — 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
Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Not to admire, is all the art I know To make men happy, or to keep them so. Thus Horace wrote we… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Egypt! from whose all dateless tombs arose Forgotten Pharaohs from their long repose, And shook within their pyramids to hear A new… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my… — 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
