Lord Byron Quotes About Soul
-
Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?
→ -
So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still be as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul outwears the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon.
→ -
This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
→ -
The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
→ -
One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine.
→ -
Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!
→ -
No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
→ -
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
→ -
Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?
→ -
It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a grand peut-tre -but still it is a grand one. Everybody clings to it -the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.
→ -
That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane
→ -
O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur'd for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,--at which my soul aches to think,-- Intoxicated with eternity.
→ -
Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quench desire; Still would I steep my lips in bliss, And dwell an age on every kiss; Nor then my soul should sated be, Still would I kiss and cling to thee: Nought should my kiss from thine dissever, Still would we kiss and kiss for ever; E'en though the numbers did exceed The yellow harvest's countless seed; To part would be a vain endeavour: Could I desist? -ah! never-never.
→ -
He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
→ -
So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death.
→ -
This is the patent-age of new inventions For killing bodies, and for saving souls, All propagated with the best intentions; Sir Humphrey Davy's lantern, by which coals Are safely mined for in the mode he mentions, Tombuctoo travels, voyages to the Poles, Are ways to benefit mankind, as true, Perhaps, as shooting them at Waterloo.
→ -
The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!
→
Related Authors
-
Robert Browning Poet -
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Novelist -
William Shakespeare Poet -
Edgar Allan Poe Author -
Percy Bysshe Shelley Poet -
William Wordsworth Poet -
Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet -
Adam Mickiewicz Poet -
Victor Hugo Poet -
Robert Burns Poet -
Ada Lovelace Countess of Lovelace -
John Milton Poet -
Friedrich Schiller Poet -
Lady Caroline Lamb Novelist -
William Blake Poet -
John Keats Poet -
-
Walter Scott Baronet Scott -
Mikhail Lermontov Writer -
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Writer