George Gordon, Lord Byron Quotes

Though sages may pour out their wisdom’s treasure, There is no sterner moralist than Pleasure.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; there is a rapture in the lonely shore, there is society, where naught intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar.

With pleasure drugged, he almost longed for woe.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter’s wand.

‘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.

Oh, nature’s noblest gift, my grey goose quill, Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from the parent bird to form a pen, That mighty instrument of little men.

He who loves not his country, can love nothing.

Passion is the element in which we live; without it, we hardly vegetate.

When Man, expell’d from Eden’s bowers, A moment linger’d near the gate, Each scene recall’d the vanish’d hours, And bade him curse his future fate. But, wandering on through distant climes, He learnt to bear his load of grief; Just gave a sigh to other times, And found in busier scenes relief. Thus, lady! will […]

There is a tide in the affairs of women, Which, taken at the flood, leads God knows where.