They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness. Lord Byron More Quotes by Lord Byron More Quotes From Lord Byron Here lies interred in the eternity of the past, from whence there is no resurrection for the days - whatever there may be for the dust - the thirty-third year of an ill-spent life, which, after a lingering disease of many months sank into a lethargy, and expired, January 22d, 1821, A.D. leaving a successor inconsolable for the very loss which occasioned its existence. Lord Byron loss lying past I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war. Lord Byron seduction poor war Venice once was dear, Lord Byron masque venice earth Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow. Lord Byron long-ago rocks clouds There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave. Lord Byron graves dies tears There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres. Lord Byron music ears men Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice atone for crimes by prayer. Lord Byron prayer men father Tyranny is for the worst of treasons. Lord Byron worst tyranny military The French courage proceeds from vanity Lord Byron vanity bravery Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty. Lord Byron beauty My altars are the mountains and the ocean. Lord Byron mountain altars ocean The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few! Lord Byron cold losing love I have not loved the World, nor the World me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coined my cheek to smiles,-nor cried aloud In worship of an echo. Lord Byron knees echoes world Sleep hath its own world, and the wide realm of wild reality. Lord Byron sleep reality world I have not loved the world, nor the world me. Lord Byron love world A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a fools-cap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town. Lord Byron eye sight dirty The great object of life is Sensation - to feel that we exist - even though in pain - it is this "craving void" which drives us to gaming - to battle - to travel - to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment. Lord Byron accomplishment pain battle I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand. Lord Byron venice bridges hands The image of Eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. Lord Byron thrones ocean monsters Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year. Lord Byron exhausting wisdom years
