Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull
LORD BYRONTis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull
LORD BYRONThis is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.
LORD BYRONThere is no instinct like that of the heart.
LORD BYRONThe first moment of an universal republic would convert me into an advocate for single and uncontradicted despotism.
LORD BYRONIn solitude, when we are least alone.
LORD BYRONA woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover – but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
LORD BYRONI 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 BYRONThey truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.
LORD BYRONA drop of ink may make a million think.
LORD BYRONThere’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
LORD BYRONWhat an antithetical mind! – tenderness, roughness – delicacy, coarseness – sentiment, sensuality – soaring and groveling, dirt and deity – all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!
LORD BYRONAnd gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.
LORD BYRONAmerica is a model of force and freedom and moderation – with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
LORD BYRONFor truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
LORD BYRONTyranny is for the worst of treasons.
LORD BYRONBut words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
LORD BYRON