Lord Byron

1788 - 1824

A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 109.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

Might shake the saintship of an anchorite.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 11.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on good

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My native land, good night!

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 13.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on thought

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None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 24.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on christ and heaven

O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 15.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on cities, country, and soul

O Rome! my country! city of the soul!

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 78.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

Oh, Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 399.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on blindness

Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo, The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe!

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 12.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on spirit

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Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister, William Knox. 1789-1825.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on life, mortality, rest, and spirit

Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Like a fast-flitting meteor, a fast-flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, He passes from life to his rest in the grave.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Mortality. 2

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