I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet all invincible instinct of life, which I abhor, as I despise myself, Lord Byron More Quotes by Lord Byron More Quotes From Lord Byron None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear. Lord Byron tearsclaimsself Despair and Genius are too oft connected Lord Byron despairgeniusconnected Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair. Lord Byron despairwinningmight Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! Lord Byron starsinspirationheaven In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication. Lord Byron writingmenart And Mocha's berry, from Arabia pure, In small fine china cups, came in at last. Gold cups of filigree, made to secure the hand from burning, underneath them place. Cloves, cinnamon and saffron, too, were boiled Up with the coffee, which, I think, they spoiled. Lord Byron coffeefoodthinking I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania. Lord Byron methodistspositive-atheismatheism Land of lost gods and godlike men. Lord Byron landlosingmen I speak not of men's creeds—they rest between Man and his Maker. Lord Byron speakmenreligion Constancy... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal. Lord Byron small-changeslovepeople Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste. Lord Byron applesdisappointmentsea Are we aware of our obligations to a mob? It is the mob that labor in your fields and serve in your houses - that man your navy, and recruit your army - that have enabled you to defy the world, and can also defy you when neglect and calamity have driven them to despair. You may call the people a mob; but do not forget that a mob too often speaks the sentiments of the people. Lord Byron armymenpeople Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it. Lord Byron snakesselflove There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! Lord Byron eyeheartmen The very best of vineyards is the cellar Lord Byron cellarsvineyards But as to women, who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? Man's very sympathy with their estate has much of selfishness and more suspicion. Their love, their virtue, beauty, education, but form good housekeepers, to breed a nation. Lord Byron reallovemen As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others. Lord Byron passionnaturelong This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction. Lord Byron distractionwingsquiet The fact is that my wife if she had common sense would have more power over me than any other whatsoever, for my heart always alights upon the nearest perch. Lord Byron common-sensepowerheart Bologna is celebrated for producing popes, painters, and sausage. Lord Byron bolognapopesausage
