Lord Byron

1788 - 1824

A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

Or whispering with white lips, "The foe! They come! they come!"

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 happiness

Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 23.

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

All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on wit

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With wit to hatch a pun or tell a story.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on joy and world

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There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Stanzas for Music

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

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Years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb, And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 8.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on earth

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But first on earth as vampire sent Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent. Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on earth

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Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 3.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.

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 eternity

But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 70.

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