Lord Byron

1788 - 1824

A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

I am as a weed Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

And there was mounting in hot haste.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 25.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on mind and people

The mind can make Substance, and people planets of its own With beings brighter than have been, and give A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on happiness, joy, and sharing

To have joy one must share it. Happiness was born a twin.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on sleep

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Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on songs

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I'll publish right or wrong. Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on creation, heart, idealism, and mortality

Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 115.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

Tully was not so eloquent as thou, Thou nameless column with the buried base.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 110.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on mankind and mountains

He who ascends to mountain-tops shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 45.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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