Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,-… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I was accused of every monstrous vice by public rumour and private rancour; my name, which had been a knightly or noble… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I have a passion for the name of "Mary," For once it was a magic sound to me, And still it half… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory;… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Many are poets, but without the name;For what is Poesy but to createFrom overfeeling Good or Ill; and aimAt an external life… — 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
