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George Gordon Byron

Many are poets, but without the name;For what is Poesy but to createFrom overfeeling Good or Ill; and aimAt an external life beyond our fate,And be the new Prometheus of new men,Bestowing fire from Heaven, and then, too late,Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain

George Gordon Byron

Despair and Genius are too oft connected

George Gordon Byron

But first, on earth as vampire sent,Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent,Then ghastly haunt thy native place,And suck the blood of all thy race.There from thy daughter, sister, wife,At midnight drain the stream of life,Yet loathe the banquet which perforceMust feed thy livid living corse.Thy victims ere they yet expireShall know the demon for their sire,As cursing thee, thou cursing them,Thy flowers are withered on the stem.

George Gordon Byron

If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad.

writers, writers-on-writing, writing-life

George Gordon Byron

Where there is mystery, it is generally supposed there must be evil.

evil, gothic, lord-byron, mystery, unknown

George Gordon Byron

Then stirs the feeling infinite, s

loneliness, solitude

George Gordon Byron

This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.

life, manfred, mortality

George Gordon Byron

The day drags through though storms keep out the sun;And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on:Even as a broken mirror, which the glassIn every fragment multiplies; and makesA thousand images of one that was,The same, and still the more, the more it breaks;And thus the heart will do which not forsakes,Living in shattered guise, and still, and cold, And bloodless, with its sleepless sorrow aches,Yet withers on till all without is old,Showing no visible sign, for such things are untold.

broken-heart, life-lessons

George Gordon Byron

Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter,Sermons and soda water the day after.Man, being reasonable, must get drunk;The best of life is but intoxication:Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunkThe hopes of all men, and of every nation;Without their sap, how branchless were the trunkOf life’s strange tree, so fruitful on occasion:But to return–Get very drunk; and whenYou wake with head-ache, you shall see what then.

George Gordon Byron

When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home,Let him combat for that of his neighbours;Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome,And get knocked on the head for his labours.To do good to Mankind is the chivalrous plan,And is always as nobly requited;Then battle fro Freedom wherever you can,And, if not shot or hanged, you’ll get knighted.

battle, byron, freedom, glory, greece, knight, lord-byron, rome

George Gordon Byron

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

George Gordon Byron

Always laugh when you can, it is cheap medicine.

laughter, medicine