With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South — 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
How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! I thank thee, night! for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which,… — 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
