1,065 Quotes by Lord Byron

The devil hath not, in all his quiver’s choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

That famish’d people must be slowly nurst, and fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls – the World.

I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long – such a strange melange of good and evil.

A change came o’er the spirit of my dream.

The English winter – ending in July to recommence in August.

Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart – The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consign’d – To fetters and damp vault’s dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean.

Though the day of my Destiny ’s over, And the star of my Fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find.