1,065 Quotes by Lord Byron

Thy decay’s still impregnate with divinity.

There’s naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.

For Earth is but a tombstone.

Above or Love, Hope, Hate or Fear, It lives all passionless and pure: An age shall fleet like earthly year; Its years in moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing, O’er all, through all, its thought shall fly; A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men’s have grown from sudden fears.

A thirst for gold, The beggar’s vice, which can but overwhelm The meanest hearts.

That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane.

Do proper homage to thine idol’s eyes; But no too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes: Disguise even tenderness if thou art wise.

The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains – beautiful! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man, and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learned the language of another world.