O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I… — 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
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a grand peut-tre -but still it is a grand one. Everybody… — 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
The sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
This is the patent-age of new inventions For killing bodies, and for saving souls, All propagated with the best intentions; Sir Humphrey… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, Unfit… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair? — 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
No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I… — 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
