black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.

Lord Byron

There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.
LORD BYRON

Dying Four Living Made Question Sacred Spirit Value Worth
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
LORD BYRON

Blue Dark Deep Feetm Sweep Ocean Over Roll Teen Thousand Vain
The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
LORD BYRON

Dome Feeling Palace Soul Thought
It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
LORD BYRON

Belive Man might Reason Sleep Tell Useless Wake Well
I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
LORD BYRON

Count Cry Drawer Embedded Keep Love Money Once Over Sequin Some Such Wek
In solitude, where we are least alone.
LORD BYRON

Alone Lease Solitude
All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.
LORD BYRON

All Comedy Death End Finish Marriage Tragedy
The best prophet of the future is the past.
LORD BYRON

Best Future Past Prophet
It is when we think we lead that we are most led.
LORD BYRON

Lead led Most Think
What’s drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
LORD BYRON

Drink Mere Pause Thinking
Of religion I know nothing — at least, in its favor.
LORD BYRON

Favor Hiding Know Least Religion
The great object of life is Sensation – to feel that we exist – even though in pain – it is this “craving void” which drives us to gaming – to battle – to travel – to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.
LORD BYRON

Crave Drive Even Exist Feel Game Great Life Object Pain Sensation Though Void
We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
LORD BYRON

Day Die Dreading Fool Lathing Life Live Shall Steal Terror Time Us
You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
LORD BYRON

Gave Heart Key Knock Love Make
Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.
LORD BYRON

Abyss Bliss Care Fall Into Know Little
That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.
LORD BYRON

Itself Music Poetry Song Sound Speech

Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Lord Byron Quotes