1,065 Quotes by Lord Byron

On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined

Fill high the cup with Samian wine!

The mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets. The corn is cut, the manor full of game; The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats In russet jacket;--lynx-like is his aim; Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats. An, nutbrown partridges! An, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.

Still must I hear? - shall hoarse Fitzgerald bawl / His creaking couplets in a tavern hall, / And I not sing?

To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.

I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.

Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!

I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.

Our thoughts take the wildest flight: Even at the moment when they should arrange themselves in thoughtful order.