Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
But at sixteen the conscience rarely gnaws So much, as when we call our old debts in At sixty years, and draw… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour. — 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
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
Send me no more reviews of any kind. I will read no more of evil or good in that line. Walter Scott… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past - For years fleet away with the wings of the dove -… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder… — 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
Here lies interred in the eternity of the past, from whence there is no resurrection for the days - whatever there may… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster… — 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
