He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair) — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice-- The weakness and the wickedness of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
With flowing tail and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretched by pain, Mouth bloodless to bit or rein, And feet that iron… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who… — 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
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
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand; I saw from out the… — 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
