1,065 Quotes by Lord Byron

Tis not on youth’s smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.

Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull.

Cervantes smiled Spain’s chivalry away.

Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue’s name, let Crabbe attest,- Though Nature’s sternest painter, yet the best.

Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek’d the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap’d overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.

I’ve seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.

The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole – And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!

As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition’s hands.

Absence – that common cure of love.