Lord Byron

“I had a dream, which was not all a dream.”

“And thou wert lovely to the last,Extinguish'd, not decay'd;As stars that shoot along the skyShine brightest as they fall from high.”

“When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past—For years fleet away with the wings of the dove— The dearest remembrance will still be the last,Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.”

“Farewell! if ever fondest prayerFor other's weal avail'd on high,Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.”

“I only know we loved in vain;I only feel — farewell! farewell!”

“When we two partedIn silence and tears,Half brokenhearted,To sever for years.”

“In secret we metIn silence I grieve,That thy heart could forget,Thy spirit deceive.If I should meet theeAfter long years,How should I greet thee?With silence and tears.”

“Near this spotAre deposited the Remains of oneWho possessed Beauty without Vanity,Strength without Insolence,Courage without Ferocity,And all the virtues of Man, without his Vices.This Praise, which would be unmeaning FlatteryIf inscribed over human ashes,Is but a just tribute to the Memory ofBOATSWAIN, a DOG”

“The poor dog, in life the firmest friend,The first to welcome, foremost to defend.”

“Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!”

“The love where Death has set his seal,Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,Nor falsehood disavow.”

“If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.”

“Where may the wearied eye repose When gazing on the Great; Where neither guilty glory glows, Nor despicable state? Yes — one — the first — the last — the best — The Cincinnatus of the West,Whom envy dared not hate,Bequeath'd the name of Washington,To make man blush there was but one!”

“You are the fools, not I — for I did dwell With a deep thought, and with a softened eye, On that Old Sexton's natural homily, In which there was Obscurity and Fame, The Glory and the Nothing of a Name.”

“Who knows whether, when a comet shall approach this globe to destroy it, as it often has been and will be destroyed, men will not tear rocks from their foundations by means of steam, and hurl mountains, as the giants are said to have done, against the flaming mass?—and then we shall have traditions of Titans again, and of wars with Heaven.”

“My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices. I have flattered no ruling powers; I have never concealed a single thought that tempted me.”

“Fare thee well! and if forever,Still forever, fare thee well:Even though unforgiving, never'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.”

“My hair is grey, but not with years,Nor grew it whiteIn a single night,As men's have grown from sudden fears.”

“Oh, God! it is a fearful thingTo see the human soul take wingIn any shape, in any mood.”

“A light broke in upon my brain, —It was the carol of a bird;It ceased, and then it came again,The sweetest song ear ever heard.”

“There 's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.”

“There be none of Beauty's daughtersWith a magic like thee;And like music on the watersIs thy sweet voice to me.”

“Though the day of my Destiny's over,And the star of my Fate hath declined,Thy soft heart refused to discoverThe faults which so many could find.”

“In the desert a fountain is springing,In the wide waste there still is a tree,And a bird in the solitude singing,Which speaks to my spirit of thee.”

“The careful pilot of my proper woe.”

“As the liberty lads o'er the sea Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood, So we, boys, we Shall die fighting or live free, And down with all kings but King Ludd!”

“My boat is on the shore,And my bark is on the sea;But, before I go, Tom Moore.Here's a double health to thee!”

“Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate:And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate.”

“Were't the last drop in the well,As I gasp'd upon the brink,Ere my fainting spirit fell'T is to thee that I would drink.”

“"Bring forth the horse!" — the horse was brought;In truth, he was a noble steed,A Tartar of the Ukraine breed,Who look'd as though the speed of thoughtWere in his limbs.”