The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August Lord Byron More Quotes by Lord Byron More Quotes From Lord Byron My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes. Lord Byron passion my-heart heart Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were. Lord Byron athens gone dream A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know. Lord Byron cynical dignity freedom I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand; I saw from out the wave of her structure's rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble pines, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles. Lord Byron land bridges wings Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise! Lord Byron vaunt hymns hypocrisy A pretty woman is a welcome guest. Lord Byron pretty-woman welcome guests Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well. Lord Byron farewell goodbye love I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains. Lord Byron devil humanity thinking Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear. Lord Byron feelings laughing men Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen. Lord Byron patriotic love country 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 hateful instinct overcoming I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too true tale of Quixote, shown how all such efforts fail. Lord Byron effort literature men The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore. Lord Byron dignity tears sea Fame is the thirst of youth. Lord Byron youth literature fame Good but rarely came from good advice. Lord Byron good-advice advice Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t'other, Go to the coffee house, and take another. Lord Byron coffee men fall This is the age of oddities let loose. Lord Byron oddities age Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quench desire; Still would I steep my lips in bliss, And dwell an age on every kiss; Nor then my soul should sated be, Still would I kiss and cling to thee: Nought should my kiss from thine dissever, Still would we kiss and kiss for ever; E'en though the numbers did exceed The yellow harvest's countless seed; To part would be a vain endeavour: Could I desist? -ah! never-never. Lord Byron kissing eye yellow A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins. Lord Byron scare change years What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now. Lord Byron time birthday life
