Lord Byron

1788 - 1824

A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 86.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

Once more upon the waters! yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 2.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

Let these describe the undescribable.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 53.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on heart

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Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Maid of Athens.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on despair

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Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 9.

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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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