1,065 Quotes by Lord Byron

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!

Self praise is no praise at all.

The Cincinnatus of the West, / Whom envy dared not hate, / Bequeathed the name of Washington, / To make man blush there was but one!

Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylæ!

Who then will explain the explanation?

Arm! Arm! it is - it is - the cannon's opening roar!

I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.

Tis very puzzling on the brink Of what is called Eternity to stare, And know no more of what is here, than there

Romances paint at full length people's wooing. But only give a bust of marriages.