Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake… — 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
Pythagoras, Locke, Socrates - but pages might be filled up, as vainly as before, with the sad usage of all sorts of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things… — 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
