Lord Byron Quotes

Friendship is Love without wings.

I loved my country, and I hated him.

Whose game was empires and whose stakes were thrones,
Whose table earth, whose dice were human bones.

Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.

Yet in my lineaments they trace
Some features of my father's face.

It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.

Lord of himself,—that heritage of woe!

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

They never fail who die
In a great cause.

Hands promiscuously applied,
Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.

A great poet belongs to no country; his works are public property, and his Memoirs the inheritance of the public.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

Seek out — less often sought than found —
A Soldier's Grave, for thee the best;
Then look around and choose thy Ground,
And take thy Rest.

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!

What's drinking?
A mere pause from thinking!