Lord Byron
Lord Byron
George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron, FRS, commonly known simply as Lord Byron, was an English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement. Among his best-known works are the lengthy narrative poems Don Juan and Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, and the short lyric "She Walks in Beauty"...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth22 January 1788
joy longer memory sorrow
Joy's recollection is no longer joy, while sorrow's memory is sorrow still
cheek colder grew half hour pale silence sorrow thy truly
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.
turtles land sorrow
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!
other-worlds solitude sorrow
Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.
wise grief sorrow
Grief should be the instructor of the wise; Sorrow is Knowledge.
time sorrow tears
The busy have no time for tears.
joy
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined
arrange focus moment themselves thoughtful thoughts wildest
Our thoughts take the wildest flight: Even at the moment when they should arrange themselves in thoughtful order.
bridge flying golden
I tell thee, be not rash; a golden bridge / Is for a flying enemy.
among shroud stood thoughts
I stood / Among them, but not of them; in a shroud / Of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
appear lady
I thought it would appear / That there had been a lady in the case.
existence life love
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence
book cannot minutes ought
I take the view, and always have, that if you cannot say what you are going to say in 20 minutes you ought to go away and write a book about it.
thou wisest
Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son!/ All that we know is, nothing can be known.