Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore. — 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
