Top 450 Lord Byron Quotes (2023 Update)
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251. “No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.”

— Lord Byron

252. “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

253. “I was accused of every monstrous vice by public rumour and private rancour; my name, which had been a knightly or noble one, was tainted. I felt that, if what was whispered, and muttered, and murmured, was true, I was unfit for England; if false, England was unfit for me.”

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

255. “My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.”

— Lord Byron

256. “My slumbers – if I slumber – are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not: in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men.”

— Lord Byron

257. “Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.”

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

259. “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.”

— Lord Byron

260. “Who knows whether, when a comet shall approach this globe to destroy it, as it often has been and will be destroyed, men will not tear rocks from their foundations by means of steam, and hurl mountains, as the giants are said to have done, against the flaming mass? – and then we shall have traditions of Titans again, and of wars with Heaven...”

— Lord Byron

261. “The image of Eternity – the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.”

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

263. “Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear’st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man’s be e’er forgiven? Can vice atone for crimes by prayer.”

— Lord Byron

264. “Grief should be the instructor of the wise; Sorrow is Knowledge.”

— Lord Byron

265. “Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?”

— Lord Byron

266. “The Niobe of nations! there she stands.”

— Lord Byron

267. “I have not loved the world, nor the world me.”

— Lord Byron

268. “Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life, and if Virtue is not its own reward, I don’t know any other stipend annexed to it.”

— Lord Byron

269. “What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.”

— Lord Byron

270. “What exile from himself can flee? To zones, though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where’er I be, The blight of life – the demon Thought.”

— Lord Byron

271. “Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life’s enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.”

— Lord Byron

272. “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

273. “Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.”

— Lord Byron

274. “Who then will explain the explanation?”

— Lord Byron

275. “Muse of the many twinkling feet, whose charms are now extending up from legs to arms.”

— Lord Byron

276. “There is, in fact, no law or government at all; and it is wonderful how well things go on without them.”

— Lord Byron

277. “The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.”

— Lord Byron

278. “There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth.”

— Lord Byron

279. “Oh! too convincing – dangerously dear – In woman’s eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue – at once her spear and shield.”

— Lord Byron

280. “I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.”

— Lord Byron

281. “Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.”

— Lord Byron

282. “Damn description, it is always disgusting.”

— Lord Byron

283. “Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other’s weal avail’d on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.”

— Lord Byron

284. “Cervantes smiled Spain’s chivalry away; A single laugh demolished the right arm Of his country.”

— Lord Byron

285. “I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.”

— Lord Byron

286. “He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress – or a nunnery.”

— Lord Byron

287. “As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.”

— Lord Byron

288. “Age shakes Athena’s tower, but spares gray Marathon.”

— Lord Byron

289. “But there are wanderers o’er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor’d ne’er shall be.”

— Lord Byron

290. “Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.”

— Lord Byron

291. “The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.”

— Lord Byron

292. “Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.”

— Lord Byron

293. “A schoolboy’s tale, the wonder of an hour!”

— Lord Byron

294. “Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.”

— Lord Byron

295. “Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone – glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory’s goal, They won, and pass’d away – Is this the whole?”

— Lord Byron

296. “My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.”

— Lord Byron

297. “If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.”

— Lord Byron

298. “This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.”

— Lord Byron

299. “I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.”

— Lord Byron

300. “I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South.”

— Lord Byron