Quote #80
There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
More from Lord Byron
- Such hath it been - shall be - beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one!
- Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell!
- The power of thought,-the magic of the mind!
- Farewell! For in that word, that fatal word,-howe'er We promise, hope, believe,-there breathes despair.
- She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
- No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
- Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
- He left a corsair's name to other times, Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.