Lord Byron Quotes

And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast.

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

So gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays.

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom,
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom.
And oft by yon blue gushing stream
Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head,
And feed deep thought with many a dream,
And lingering pause and lightly tread;
Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Away; we know that tears are vain,
That death nor heeds nor hears distress;
Will this unteach us to complain?
Or make one mourner weep the less?
And thou—who tell'st me to forget,
Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.

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 aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

He left a corsair's name to other times,
Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.

No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.

Farewell! For in that word, that fatal word,—howe'er
We promise, hope, believe,—there breathes despair.

Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell!

There was a laughing devil in his sneer.

Such hath it been — shall be — beneath the sun
The many still must labour for the one!

The power of thought,—the magic of the mind!

She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.

O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, 22
Survey our empire, and behold our home!
These are our realms, no limit to their sway,—
Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.