Top 500 Lord Byron Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me – I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war.”

— Lord Byron

202. “I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day...”

— Lord Byron

203. “That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.”

— Lord Byron

204. “Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.”

— Lord Byron

205. “And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.”

— Lord Byron

206. “Come, lay thy head upon my breast and I’ll kiss thee unto rest.”

— Lord Byron

207. “O Fame! if I ever took delight in thy praises, Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her.”

— Lord Byron

208. “Glory, like the phoenix ’midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.”

— Lord Byron

209. “If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.”

— Lord Byron

210. “Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine – A sad, sour sober beverage – by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to a very homely household savor.”

— Lord Byron

211. “The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.”

— Lord Byron

212. “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.”

— Lord Byron

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213. “Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.”

— Lord Byron

214. “All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.”

— Lord Byron

215. “In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.”

— Lord Byron

216. “What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.”

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

218. “I have a passion for the name of “Mary,” For once it was a magic sound to me, And still it half calls up the realms of fairy, Where I beheld what never was to be.”

— Lord Byron

219. “Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.”

— Lord Byron

220. “Egypt! from whose all dateless tombs arose Forgotten Pharaohs from their long repose, And shook within their pyramids to hear A new Cambyses thundering in their ear; While the dark shades of forty ages stood Like startled giants by Nile’s famous flood.”

— Lord Byron

221. “What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate’s sultry.”

— Lord Byron

222. “Not to admire, is all the art I know To make men happy, or to keep them so. Thus Horace wrote we all know long ago; And thus Pope quotes the precept to re-teach From his translation; but had none admired, Would Pope have sung, or Horace been inspired?”

— Lord Byron

223. “The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.”

— Lord Byron

224. “No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!”

— Lord Byron

225. “Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon’s verge.”

— Lord Byron

226. “Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock!”

— Lord Byron

227. “A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne’er consent” – consented.”

— Lord Byron

228. “Prolonged endurance tames the bold.”

— Lord Byron

229. “So bright the tear in Beauty’s eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.”

— Lord Byron

230. “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.”

— Lord Byron

231. “As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition’s hands.”

— Lord Byron

232. “I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse borne away with every breath! Misplaced upon the throne misplaced in life. I know not what I could have been, but feel I am not what I should be let it end.”

— Lord Byron

233. “Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask’d but to assail.”

— Lord Byron

234. “Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.”

— Lord Byron

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235. “The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.”

— Lord Byron

236. “When Bishop Berkeley said “there was no matter.” And proved it – ’t was no matter what he said.”

— Lord Byron

237. “So the struck eagle, stretch’d upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View’d his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing’d the shaft that quiver’d in his heart.”

— Lord Byron

238. “For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.”

— Lord Byron

239. “A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.”

— Lord Byron

240. “Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.”

— Lord Byron

241. “Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.”

— Lord Byron

242. “A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.”

— Lord Byron

243. “Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.”

— Lord Byron

244. “Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.”

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

246. “Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.”

— Lord Byron

247. “I learned to love despair.”

— Lord Byron

248. “Cervantes smiled Spain’s chivalry away.”

— Lord Byron

249. “Tis pleasing to be school’d in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes – that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one’s right; and when one’s wrong They smile still more.”

— Lord Byron

250. “What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.”

— Lord Byron