Lord Byron Quotes

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Real name of Lord Byron is Gorge Gordon Bryon, later he was known as 6th Baron Byron, he was an English poet, and his poems are mainly emphasized on romance. He was born on 22nd January 1788 in London in England. His well-known works are the poems Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage. He is one of the greatest European poets and his literature is widely read all over the world. He changed his name throughout his life. His original name was a christen baptismal name. At the age of 10 he was inherited the estates of his uncle so he was named Lord Byron. He got his early information from Aberdeen Grammar School. Then he completed the graduation form Trinity College at Cambridge.

Lord Bryon Quotes, Sayings and Quotations

Adversity is the first path to truth.
– Lord Byron

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
– Lord Byron

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,Falling like dew, upon a thought, producesThat which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
– Lord Byron

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
– Lord Byron

Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life – and if Virtue is not its own reward I don’t know any other stipend annexed to it.
– Lord Byron

Fame is the thirst of youth.
– Lord Byron

For in itself a thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, and curdles a long life into one hour.
– Lord Byron

Hatred is the madness of the heart.
– Lord Byron

Her great merit is finding out mine – there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
– Lord Byron

I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.
– Lord Byron

I know that two and two make four – and should be glad to prove it too if I could – though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.
– Lord Byron

John Adams lies here, of the parish of Southwell, a carrier who carried his can to his mouth well; he carried so much, and he carried so fast, he could carry no more – so was carried at last; for the liquor he drank, being too much for one, he could not carry off – so he’s now carri-on.
– Lord Byron

Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.
– Lord Byron

Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.
– Lord Byron

Lovers may be – and indeed generally are – enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
– Lord Byron

Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
– Lord Byron

No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!
– Lord Byron

Oh! there is an organ playing in the street – a waltz too! I must leave off to listen.
– Lord Byron

One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I’ll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other.
– Lord Byron

Pleasure’s a sin, and sometimes sin’s a pleasure.
– Lord Byron

Prolonged endurance tames the bold.
– Lord Byron

Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
– Lord Byron

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.
– Lord Byron

Tempted fate will leave the loftiest star.
– Lord Byron

The moment night with dusky mantle covers
The skies (and the more duskily the better),
The time less liked by husbands than by lovers
Begins, and prudery flings aside her fetter;
And gaiety on restless tiptoe hovers,
Giggling with all the gallants who beset her;
And there are songs and quavers, roaring, humming,
Guitars, and every other sort of strumming.
– Lord Byron

The Angels were all singing out of tune, and hoarse with having little else to do, excepting to wind up the sun and moon or curb a runaway young star or two.
– Lord Byron

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
– Lord Byron

They never fail who die in a great cause.”
– Lord Byron

This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.
– Lord Byron

Who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
– Lord Byron

Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, streams like the thunderstorm against the wind.
– Lord Byron


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