#Lord Byron quotes

[chloepiphany]

[Childe Harold's Pilgrimage by Lord Byron / Wandgemälde in der Sagenhalle zu Schreiberhau by Herman Hendrich]

[metamorphesque]

Lord Byron, Lara, A Tale (1814), Canto II, Stanza 22

[rainreads]

-Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Lord Byron.

[luciferslilith7]

Forget about looks,have you ever fallen for someone's eyes?

[perfectfeelings]

Friendship is love without his wings.

Lord George Gordon Byron

[amicus-noctis]

“Touch has a memory.” ― John Keats

Painting: Zarina Situmorang "Together"

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

"You're 17, what are you going to do with your life?" I'm gonna write poetry in my room, try to get published, kill myself with arsenic, and be worshipped like some kind of Romantic Messiah a hundred years later when a bunch of high and alcoholic teenagers start a cult around me.

[empirearchives]

“I find fault, and quarrel with Napoleon, as a lover does with the trifling faults of his mistress, from excessive liking, which tempts me to desire that he had been all faultless; and, like the lover, I return with renewed fondness after each quarrel.”

— Lord Byron

Source: Byron, Napoleon, J. C. Hobhouse, and the Hundred Days, By Peter Cochran (x)

[thoughtkick]

Friendship is love without his wings.

Lord George Gordon Byron

[literaryvein]

L. V., idk how to let you go

[chloepiphany]

[She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron / The Morning Stars (Les Etoiles Du Matin) (1887) by Sarah Paxton Ball Dodson]

[madou-dilou]

[metamorphesque]

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.

When we two parted, Lord Byron

[burningvelvet]

1800s fan-made illustrations of Lord Byron and his lover Marianna Segati. Lord Byron in a letter to Thomas Moore, 10 March 1817:

"At Venice we are in Lent, and I have not lately moved out of doors, my feverishness requiring quiet, and—by way of being more quiet—here is the Signora Marianna just come in and seated at my elbow.

Have you seen * * *’s book of poesy? and, if you have seen it, are you not delighted with it? And have you—I really cannot go on. There is a pair of great black eyes looking over my shoulder, like the angel leaning over St. Matthew’s, in the old frontispieces to the Evangelists,—so that I must turn and answer them instead of you.

Ever, &c.”

[punkpandapatrixk]

Romanticising poetry & beauty~

Romanticising raw emotions~

[darkparisian]

I live,

But live to die: and, living, see no thing To make death hateful, save an innate clinging,

A loathsome and yet all-invincible Instinct of life, which I abhor, as I Despise myself, yet cannot overcome-And so I live. Would I had never lived!