Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not. Lord Byron More Quotes by Lord Byron More Quotes From Lord Byron This is to be along; this, this is solitude! Lord Byron solitude We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive. Lord Byron trust-no-one selfish literature From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow. . . . . The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring. Lord Byron home heart spring There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine. Lord Byron dangerous ocean sea The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel. Lord Byron wine sight blood The castled crag of Drachenfels, Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine. Lord Byron wall wine cities My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears. Lord Byron hair men night And hold up to the sun my little taper. Lord Byron authorship sun littles But every fool describes, in these bright days, His wondrous journey to some foreign court, And spawns his quarto, and demands your praise,-- Death to his publisher, to him 'tis sport. Lord Byron demand journey sports Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole? Lord Byron race dream men When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter." And proved it--'t was no matter what he said. Lord Byron bishops matter mind Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save. Lord Byron graves may men Just as old age is creeping on space, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though not quite alone, But in good company--the gout or stone. Lord Byron sunset space clouds Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon. Lord Byron marathon towers age Not to admire, is all the art I know To make men happy, or to keep them so. Thus Horace wrote we all know long ago; And thus Pope quotes the precept to re-teach From his translation; but had none admired, Would Pope have sung, or Horace been inspired? Lord Byron long-ago men art The mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets. The corn is cut, the manor full of game; The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats In russet jacket;--lynx-like is his aim; Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats. An, nutbrown partridges! An, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants. Lord Byron party sweet sports Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails. Lord Byron heads-or-tails axes wind If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom. Lord Byron envy self doubt I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse -- borne away with every breath! Lord Byron impulse slave circumstances Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. Lord Byron solitude loneliness feelings