The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea - the stars of the sky, and everything 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment. All the discoveries which have yet been made have multiplied little but existence.

— George Gordon Byron

The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole —And, oh! That eye was in itself a Soul!

— George Gordon Byron

The mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets. The corn is cut, the manor full of game;The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats In russet jacket;—lynx-like is his aim;Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats. Ah, nut brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!—'Tis no sport for peasants.

— George Gordon Byron

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— George Gordon Byron

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

— George Gordon Byron

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more

— George Gordon Byron

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.

— George Gordon Byron

There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

— George Gordon Byron

The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains.—Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shadoof dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.

— George Gordon Byron

They never fail who die in a great cause.

— George Gordon Byron