Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not. — 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
Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee,… — 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
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
With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms. — 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
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart-- The heart which… — 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
The image of Eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes; But no too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land-Good Night! — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
But first, on earth as vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent, Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves,… — 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
