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There is no instinct like that of the heart. -Lord Byron. Topic: Heart Quotes
Author: Lord Byron
In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell. Topic: Heaven
Author: Lord Byron
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane. Topic: Hell
Author: Lord Byron
Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell! Topic: Hell
Author: Lord Byron
The careful pilot of my proper woe. Topic: Help
Author: Lord Byron
I want a hero: an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one. Topic: Heroes
Author: Lord Byron
What want these outlaws conquerors should have But History's purchased page to call them great? Topic: History
Author: Lord Byron
And history with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page. Topic: History
Author: Lord Byron
History is the devil's scripture. Topic: History
Author: Lord Byron
There were his young barbarians all at play There was their Dacian mother--he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday. Topic: Holidays
Author: Lord Byron
"Farewell!" For in that word--that fatal word--howe'er We promise--hope--believe--there breathes despair. Topic: Hope
Author: Lord Byron
Hope, withering, fled--and Mercy sighed farewell. Topic: Hope
Author: Lord Byron
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all. Topic: Hope
Author: Lord Byron
Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise! Topic: Hypocrisy
Author: Lord Byron
Be hypocritical, be cautious, be Not what you seem but always what you see. Topic: Hypocrisy
Author: Lord Byron
My heart is feminine, nor can forget-- To all, except one image, madly blind; So shakes the needle, and so stands the pole, As vibrates my fond heart to my fix'd soul. Topic: Influence
Author: Lord Byron
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication: Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men and of every nation; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion: But to return,--Get very drunk; and when You wake with headache, you shall see what then. Topic: Intemperance
Author: Lord Byron
Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it. Topic: Jealousy
Author: Lord Byron
Who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below. Topic: Jealousy
Author: Lord Byron
A would-be satirist, a hired buffoon, A monthly scribbler of some low lampoon, Condemn'd to drudge, the meanest of the mean, And furbish falsehoods for a magazine.