01c. 1806 ADChristians have burnt each other, quite persuaded That all the Apostles would have done as they did.Lord Byron / quote ↗
03c. 1806 AD'T is sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home; 'T is sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come.Lord Byron / quote ↗
05c. 1806 ADAnd truant husband should return, and say, "My dear, I was the first who came away."Lord Byron / quote ↗
06c. 1806 ADMan's love is of man's life a thing apart; 'T is woman's whole existence.Lord Byron / quote ↗
08c. 1806 ADSo for a good old-gentlemanly vice I think I must take up with avarice.Lord Byron / quote ↗
09c. 1806 ADWhat is the end of fame? 'T is but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper.Lord Byron / quote ↗
10c. 1806 ADAt leaving even the most unpleasant people And places, one keeps looking at the steeple.Lord Byron / quote ↗
11c. 1806 ADThere 's nought, no doubt, so much the spirit calms As rum and true religion.Lord Byron / quote ↗
12c. 1806 ADA solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.Lord Byron / quote ↗
14c. 1806 ADLet us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.Lord Byron / quote ↗
16c. 1806 ADAlas, the love of women! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing.Lord Byron / quote ↗
17c. 1806 ADIn her first passion woman loves her lover: In all the others, all she loves is love.Lord Byron / quote ↗
18c. 1806 ADHe was the mildest manner'd man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.Lord Byron / quote ↗
19c. 1806 ADThe isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung. . . . . . Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all except their sun is set.Lord Byron / quote ↗
20c. 1806 ADThe mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free.Lord Byron / quote ↗
21c. 1806 ADEarth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylæ.Lord Byron / quote ↗
22c. 1806 ADYou have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave,— Think ye he meant them for a slave?Lord Byron / quote ↗
23c. 1806 ADPlace me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing save the waves and I May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die.Lord Byron / quote ↗
24c. 1806 ADBut words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.Lord Byron / quote ↗
