Lord Byron Quotes

She was like me in lineaments — her eyes — Her hair — her features — all, to the very tone
Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;
But softened all, and tempered into beauty:
She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,
The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind 110
To comprehend the Universe: nor these
Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,
Pity, and smiles, and tears — which I had not;
And tenderness — but that I had for her;
Humility — and that I never had.
Her faults were mine — her virtues were her own — I loved her, and destroyed her! Witch. With thy hand? Man. Not with my hand, but heart, which broke her heart;
It gazed on mine, and withered. I have shed
Blood, but not hers — and yet her blood was shed; 120
I saw — and could not stanch it.

There be none of Beauty's daughters
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me.

I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may
grow, So I behold them not

Who knows whether, when a comet shall approach this globe to destroy it, as it often has been and will be destroyed, men will not tear rocks from their foundations by means of steam, and hurl mountains, as the giants are said to have done, against the flaming mass? - and then we shall have traditions of Titans again, and of wars with Heaven...

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt
In solitude, where we are least alone.

Man!
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

Both were so young, and one so innocent,
That bathing pass'd for nothing; Juan seem'd
To her, as 'twere, the kind of being sent,
Of whom these two years she had nightly dream'd, A something to be loved, a creature meant
To be her happiness, and whom she deem'd
To render happy; all who joy would win
Must share it,––Happiness was born a twin.

What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled?
’Tis but as a dead-flower with May-dew besprinkled.
Then away with all such from the head that is hoary!
What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory?

You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?

Pra mim, o que passou está passado, (For me, I leave the matter where I find it,)
Pois sei que essa virtude repressiva (Knowing that such uneasy virtue leads)
não afasta as pessoas do pecado, (People some ten times less in fact to mind it)
Só as deixa mais dúplices, fingidas. (And care but for discoveries an not deeds.)
A lei dos mais zelosos advogados (Anda as for chastity, you'll never bind it)
Não torna a castidade mais estrita (By all the laws the strictest lawyer pleads,)
E em vez de prevenir, agrava o erro, (But aggravate the crime you have not prevented,)
Pois leva o penitente ao desespero. (By rendering desperate those who had else repented.)

Que vergonha! Não quero ir para o Inferno! (I'm very sorry, very much ashmed,)
Juro regenerar-me antes do inverno. (And mean next winter to be quite reclaimed)

I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one,
Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, The age discovers he is not the true one;

But he who seeks the flowers of truth
Must quit the garden for the field

Tis to create, and in creating live a being more intense, that we endow with form our fancy, gaining as we give the life we image, even as I do now.

And mine’s a bubble not blown up for praise, But just to play with, as an infant plays.