Lord Byron

1788 - 1824

A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on farewells and love

I only know we loved in vain; I only feel-farewell! farewell!

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Farewell! if ever fondest Prayer.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on lies

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I see before me the gladiator lie.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 140.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

I stood Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 113.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 1.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on beauty

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Fills The air around with beauty.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 49.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on songs

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Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 6.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on heart, love, rest, and soul

For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on bravery

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Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 27.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on love

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Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i. stanza 5.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on men and soul

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He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 57.

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