Quote #17
My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.
More from Lord Byron
- Fare thee well! and if forever, Still forever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.
- Oh, God! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood.
- 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 …
- 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.
- The glory and the nothing of a name.
- There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me.
- The Cincinnatus of the West, Whom envy dared not hate, Bequeath'd the name of Washington, To make man blush there was but one!
- There 's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.