Lord Byron Quotes on Death
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Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.
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The love where Death has set his seal, Nor age can chill, nor rival steal, Nor falsehood disavow.
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And thou wert lovely to the last, Extinguish'd, not decay'd; As stars that shoot along the sky Shine brightest as they fall from high.
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My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of Love are gone; The worm - the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!
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He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled,- The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.
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I die-but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed.
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For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast.
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When all of genius which can perish dies.
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Who track the steps of glory to the grave.
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Which makes life itself a lie, Flattering dust with eternity.
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If they had said that the sun or the moon had gone out of the heavens, it could not have struck me with the idea of a more awful and dreary blank in creation than the words: 'Byron is dead!'