George Gordon Byron

Thou shalt believe in Milton, Dryden, Pope;

— George Gordon Byron

Between two worlds life hovers like a star,

— George Gordon Byron

I live not in myself, but I become

— George Gordon Byron

The stars are forth, the moon above the tops

— George Gordon Byron

Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange;

— George Gordon Byron

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,

— George Gordon Byron

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,

— George Gordon Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night

— George Gordon Byron

They never fail who die in a great cause.

— George Gordon Byron

For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.

— George Gordon Byron

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,

— George Gordon Byron

Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most must mourn the deepest o’er the fatal truth, the Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.

— George Gordon Byron