Top 500 Lord Byron Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.”

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

304. “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

305. “Bologna is celebrated for producing popes, painters, and sausage.”

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

310. “I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.”

— Lord Byron

311. “There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?”

— Lord Byron

312. “But who, alas! can love, and then be wise?”

— Lord Byron

313. “A legal broom’s a moral chimney-sweeper, And that’s the reason he himself’s so dirty.”

— Lord Byron

314. “The French courage proceeds from vanity.”

— Lord Byron

315. “Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.”

— Lord Byron

316. “Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem; but although we sneer – In health – when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer.”

— Lord Byron

317. “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

318. “But as to women, who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? Man’s very sympathy with their estate has much of selfishness and more suspicion. Their love, their virtue, beauty, education, but form good housekeepers, to breed a nation.”

— Lord Byron

319. “And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.”

— Lord Byron

320. “Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?”

— Lord Byron

321. “War, war is still the cry,-“war even to the knife!””

— Lord Byron

322. “If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher’s cleaver.”

— Lord Byron

323. “Land of lost gods and godlike men.”

— Lord Byron

324. “As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep’s serene.”

— Lord Byron

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

— Lord Byron

326. “Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain.”

— Lord Byron

327. “Fill high the cup with Samian wine!”

— Lord Byron

328. “So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.”

— Lord Byron

329. “For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.”

— Lord Byron

330. “Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, and broke the die.”

— Lord Byron

331. “The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!”

— Lord Byron

332. “Nor all that heralds rake from coffin’d clay, Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.”

— Lord Byron

333. “He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.”

— Lord Byron

334. “O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain.”

— Lord Byron

335. “How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! I thank thee, night! for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate; and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.”

— Lord Byron

336. “Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes.”

— Lord Byron

337. “I hate all pain, Given or received; we have enough within us The meanest vassal as the loftiest monarch, Not to add to each other’s natural burden Of mortal misery.”

— Lord Byron

338. “In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue – is hypocrisy.”

— Lord Byron

339. “The lapse of ages changes all things – time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.”

— Lord Byron

340. “Just as old age is creeping on space, And clouds come o’er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though not quite alone, But in good company – the gout or stone.”

— Lord Byron

341. “We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.”

— Lord Byron

342. “On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.”

— Lord Byron

343. “Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.”

— Lord Byron

344. “A pretty woman is a welcome guest.”

— Lord Byron

345. “America is a model of force and freedom and moderation – with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.”

— Lord Byron

346. “Time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake.”

— Lord Byron

347. “It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a grand peut-tre -but still it is a grand one. Everybody clings to it -the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.”

— Lord Byron

348. “I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse – borne away with every breath!”

— Lord Byron

349. “Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.”

— Lord Byron

350. “It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don’t make love till almost obliged.”

— Lord Byron