Lord Byron Quotes

In secret we met
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

Not in those climes where I have late been straying, Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deemed, Not in those visions to the heart displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dreamed, Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy seemed: Nor, having seen thee, shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beamed — To such as see thee not my words were weak; To those who gaze on thee, what language could they speak?

Society is now one polish’d horde,
Form’d of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.

Man!
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.

Old man! ’tis not so difficult to die.

Then away with all such from the head that is hoary!
What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory?

what’s travel,
Unless it teaches one to quote and cavil?

Must crimes be punish'd but by other crimes, and greater criminals?

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

In her first passion woman loves her lover,
In all the others all she loves is love

If she loved rashly, her life paid for wrong — A heavy price must all pay who thus err,
In some shape; let none think to fly the danger,
For soon or late Love is his own avenger.

My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of Love are gone;
The worm — the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!

I awoke one morning to find myself famous.