 
Famous As:
Poet, Politician
Born On:
January 22, 1788
Died On:
April 19, 1824
Born In:
Dover, United Kingdom
Died At Age:
36
By thy cold breast and serpent smile,
By thy unfathom'd gulfs of guile,
By that most seeming virtuous eye,
By thy shut soul's hypocrisy;
By the perfection of thine art
Which pass'd for human thine own heart;
By thy delight in others' pain,
And by thy brotherhood of Cain,
I call upon thee! and compel
Thyself to be thy proper Hell! - Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies … - Lord Byron
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this … - Lord Byron
Where burning Sappho loved and sung,
Where grew the arts of war and peace,
Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set … - Lord Byron
My dream is past; it had no further change.
It was of a strange order, that the doom
Of these two creatures should be thus traced out
Almost like a reality—the one
To end in madness—both in misery. - Lord Byron
I awoke one morning and found myself famous. - Lord Byron
Adversity is the first path to truth. - Lord Byron
In solitude, where we are least alone. - Lord Byron
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain. - Lord Byron
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life.
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. - Lord Byron
The best prophet of the future is the past. - Lord Byron
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone. - Lord Byron
Man's conscience is the oracle of God. - Lord Byron
Always laugh when you can, it is cheap medicine. - Lord Byron
If I do not write to empty my mind, I go mad. - Lord Byron
I am ashes where once I was fire... - Lord Byron
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, the first to welcome, the foremost to defend. - Lord Byron
Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure. - Lord Byron
She walks in booties, like a sprite
With pixie feet and fairy toes;
Her paws on ice will ne'er alight
Nor feel the chill of frigid snows;
And all the rays of winter's light
Shine on her colar satin bows.
And from her soft enchanted fur
Exudes the scent of sweet shampoo
And precious oils distilled from myrrh
That give her hair it's magical hue:
I long to hear her charming purr,
And share the music of her mew.
But as I watch her take the air,
My spell bound vision starts to fade;
I feel at once a dark despair;
Me feline heart is sore dismay'd
For not content to make her fair,
Her doting owners had her spray'd! - Lord Byron
I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned. - Lord Byron
If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom. - Lord Byron
A drop of ink may make a million think. - Lord Byron
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