Author Topic: ~ Lord Byron Quotes ~ (Read 3244 times)

MysteRy · « **Reply #30 on:** March 05, 2015, 06:47:24 PM »

He was the mildest manner'd man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.

MysteRy · « **Reply #31 on:** March 05, 2015, 06:49:51 PM »

Soprano basso even the contralto Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.

MysteRy · « **Reply #32 on:** March 05, 2015, 06:50:34 PM »

'Tis strange - but true; for truth is always strange Stranger than fiction.

MysteRy · « **Reply #33 on:** March 05, 2015, 06:51:41 PM »

Letter-writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.

MysteRy · « **Reply #34 on:** March 05, 2015, 06:52:40 PM »

He who surpasses or subdues mankind must look down on the hate of those below.

MysteRy · « **Reply #35 on:** March 05, 2015, 06:53:17 PM »

A little curly-headed good-for-nothing And mischief-making monkey from his birth.

MysteRy · « **Reply #36 on:** March 05, 2015, 06:54:15 PM »

Let us have Wine and Women Mirth and Laughter Sermons and soda-water the day after.

MysteRy · « **Reply #37 on:** March 05, 2015, 06:55:01 PM »

Hereditary boundsmen! Know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?

MysteRy · « **Reply #38 on:** March 05, 2015, 06:56:19 PM »

Let us have wine and woman mirth and laughter. Sermons and soda-water the day after.

MysteRy · « **Reply #39 on:** March 05, 2015, 06:57:12 PM »

In her first passion woman loves her lover; In all the others all she loves is love.

MysteRy · « **Reply #40 on:** March 05, 2015, 06:58:04 PM »

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal though no more; though fallen great!

MysteRy · « **Reply #41 on:** March 05, 2015, 06:58:56 PM »

Think you if Laura had been Petrarch's wife He would have written sonnets all his life?

MysteRy · « **Reply #42 on:** March 05, 2015, 06:59:55 PM »

Society is now one polished horde Formed of two mighty tribes: The Bores and the Bored.

MysteRy · « **Reply #43 on:** March 05, 2015, 07:00:42 PM »

His speech was a fine sample on the whole Of rhetoric which the learn'd call 'rigmarole.'

MysteRy · « **Reply #44 on:** March 05, 2015, 07:01:25 PM »

There is a tide in the affairs of women Which taken at the flood leads - God knows where.

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