I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Let not his mode of raising cash seem strange, Although he fleeced the flags of every nation, For into a prime minister… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
'Twas strange that one so young should thus concern His brain about the action of the sky; If you think 'twas philosophy… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“Tis strange - but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction; if it could be told, How much would novels… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in… — 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
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
