01c. 1806 ADDeath, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, / And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.Lord Byron / quote ↗
02c. 1806 ADDeformity is daring; it is its essence to overtake mankind by heart and soul, and make itself the equal, ay, the superior of the rest.Lord Byron / quote ↗
03c. 1806 ADDespair defies even despotism; there is that in my heart would make its way through hosts with levelled spears.Lord Byron / quote ↗
04c. 1806 ADDreams in their development have breath / And tears and torture and the touch of joy; / They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts; / They take a weight from off our waking toils; / They do divide our being; they become a portion of ourselves as of our time, / And look like heralds of eternity.Lord Byron / quote ↗
06c. 1806 ADEnough—no foreign foe could quell / Thy soul, till from itself it fell; / Yes, self-abasement paved the way / To villain bonds and despot sway.Lord Byron / quote ↗
07c. 1806 ADFate made me what I am, may make me nothing; / But either that or nothing must I be; / I will not live degraded.Lord Byron / quote ↗
08c. 1806 ADFor glances beget ogles, ogles sighs, / Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter; / And then God knows what mischief may arise / When love links two young people in one fetter.Lord Byron / quote ↗
09c. 1806 ADFor pleasures past I do not grieve, / Nor perils gathering near; / My greatest grief is that I leave / Nothing that claims a tear.Lord Byron / quote ↗
10c. 1806 ADFull many a stoic eye and aspect stern / Masks hearts where grief has little left to learn; / And many a withering thought lies hid, not lost, / In smiles that least befit who wears them most.Lord Byron / quote ↗
11c. 1806 ADGlory long has made the sages smile, / 'Tis something, nothing, words, illusion, wind, / Depending more upon the historian's style / Than on the name a person leaves behind.Lord Byron / quote ↗
12c. 1806 ADGrief should be the instructor of the wise; / Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most / Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, / The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.Lord Byron / quote ↗
13c. 1806 ADHere's a sigh for those who love me, / And a smile for those who hate, / And whatever sky's above me, / Here's a heart for every fate.Lord Byron / quote ↗
14c. 1806 ADI know no evil death can show, which life / Has not already shown to those who live / Embodied longest.Lord Byron / quote ↗
15c. 1806 ADIn the balance, hero dust / Is vile as vulgar clay: / Thou, mortality, art just / To all that pass away.Lord Byron / quote ↗
16c. 1806 ADIt were easier to stop Euphrates at its source than one tear of a true and tender heart.Lord Byron / quote ↗
17c. 1806 ADJoy's recollection is no longer joy, while sorrow's memory is a sorrow still.Lord Byron / quote ↗
18c. 1806 ADKnow ye not who would be free themselves must strike the blow? / By their right arms the conquest must be wrought.Lord Byron / quote ↗
19c. 1806 ADKnowledge is not happiness, and science but an exchange of ignorance for that which is another kind of ignorance.Lord Byron / quote ↗
20c. 1806 ADLet's not unman each other—part at once; / All farewells should be sudden when for ever, / Else they make an eternity of moments, / And clog the last sad sands of life with tears.Lord Byron / quote ↗
22c. 1806 ADLove is old, old as eternity, but not outworn; with each new being born or to be born.Lord Byron / quote ↗
24c. 1806 ADLove on his lips and hatred in his heart: / His motto—constancy, his creed—to part.Lord Byron / quote ↗
