All Lord Byron Quotes
- For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes… Angel
- He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair) Crime
- In solitude, where we are least alone. Alone
- I am ashes where once I was fire... Ashes
- To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to… Impossible
- Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well. Ever Still
- Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace! Calls
- It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake. Earthquake
- In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks… Bird
- The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing… Age
- Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore. Control
- I awoke one morning and found myself famous. Awoke
- Folly loves the martyrdom of fame. Fame
- My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices.… All
- And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear. Ear
- Till taught by pain, men know not water's worth. Men
- Who loves, raves. Love
- Men are the sport of circumstances when it seems circumstances are the sport of men. Circumstances
- It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it. Certain
- For in itself a thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, and curdles a long life into one hour. Capable
- Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction. Always Strange
- Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce. Confound
- Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure. Detest
- The best prophet of the future is the past. Best
- Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! Heaven