It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
For a man to become a poet (witness Petrarch and Dante), he must be in love, or miserable. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, both by precept and example, shows / That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
May Moorland weavers boast Pindaric skill, And tailors' lays be longer than their bill! While punctual beaux reward the grateful notes, And… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
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
I by no means rank poetry high in the scale of intelligence -this may look like affectation but it is my real… — 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
“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“When people say, 'I've told you fifty times,' They mean to scold, and very often do; When poets say, 'I've… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“ We'll Go No More A-roving So, we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be… — 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
