Memorable Quotes and quotations from Lord ByronLord Byron English poet & satirist (1788 - 1824)Lord Byron - - With just enough of learning to misquote. Lord Byron - - [Poetry] is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake. Lord Byron - - Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine. Lord Byron - - And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being. Lord Byron - - Sweet is revenge - especially to women. Lord Byron - last words - Goodnight Lord Byron - Don Juan - Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication. Lord Byron - - Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure. Lord Byron - - Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine. Lord Byron - - On with the dance! Let joy be undefined! Lord Byron - Don Juan - Society is now one polished horde, --- Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored. Lord Byron - - How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! I thank thee, night! for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate; and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this. Lord Byron - - All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin. Lord Byron - Stanzas to Augusta - In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee. Lord Byron - - Opinions are made to be changed - or how is the truth to be got at. Lord Byron - - But words are things; and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. Lord Byron - Letter to Thomas Moore - What is hope? nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of. Lord Byron - - For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause for breath, And love itself have rest. Lord Byron - - The drying up a single tear has more of honest fame than shedding seas of gore. Lord Byron - - A pretty woman is a welcome guest. |
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