24 RESULTS FOR: George Gordon Byron
To fly from, need not be to hate, makind All are not fit with them to stir and toil, Nor is it discontent to keep the mind Deep in its fountain.
George Gordon ByronFor the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'dAnd the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still
George Gordon ByronAdversity is the first path to truth.
George Gordon ByronI have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.
George Gordon ByronThey never fail who die in a great cause.
George Gordon Byron'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
George Gordon ByronFor what were all these country patriots born To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn
George Gordon ByronMy time has been passed viciously and agreeably at thirty-one so few years months days hours or minutes remain that 'Carpe Diem' is not enough. I have been obliged to crop even the seconds-for who can trust to tomorrow
George Gordon ByronIt is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
George Gordon ByronThere is something Pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
George Gordon ByronDeath, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
George Gordon ByronNow hatred is by far the longest pleasure men love in haste but they detest at leisure.
George Gordon ByronThere is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
George Gordon ByronI shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five
George Gordon ByronAnd yet a little tumult, now and then, is an agreeable quickener of sensation such as a revolution, a battle, or an adventure of any lively description.
George Gordon ByronHe who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly
George Gordon ByronWives in their husbands' absences grow subtler, And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.
George Gordon ByronMy turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.
George Gordon ByronThose who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
George Gordon ByronI feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, - thou livest forever
George Gordon ByronYes, Love indeed is light from heaven A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Allah given To lift from earth our low desire.
George Gordon ByronBut words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
George Gordon ByronIt was one of the deadliest and heaviest feelings of my life to feel that I was no longer a boy. From that moment I began to grow old in my own esteem-and in my esteem age is not estimable.
George Gordon ByronCervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away A single laugh demolished the right arm Of his country.
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