Lord Byron

1788 - 1824

A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 71.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on world

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"While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls-the world."

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 145.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on doubt, religion, and spirit

There's nought, no doubt, so much the spirit calms As rum and true religion.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Don Juan

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on death and failure

They never fail who die in a great cause.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on wonder

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A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on day

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Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'t is gone, and all is gray.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 29.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on heart and hope

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Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 10.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on prophets

Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 326.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

• The petrifactions of a plodding brain.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers.

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A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron

The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 10.

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