Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!-- The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits… — 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
What exile from himself can flee? To zones, though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean, When both the teacher and… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one's partners in… — 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
Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din; Whatever creed be taught or land… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past - For years fleet away with the wings of the dove -… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
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
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
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
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
All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour. — 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
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
“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
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it. — Lord Byron Copy Share
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
For most men (till by losing rendered sager), Will back their own opinions by a wager — Lord Byron Copy Share
It is by far the most elegant worship, hardly excepting the Greek mythology. What with incense, pictures, statues, altars, shrines, relics, and the real… — Lord Byron Copy Share
I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since… — Lord Byron Copy Share
O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness… — Lord Byron Copy Share
