Quotes by Byron, Lord

No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; >>

For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. >>

This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau id >>

Quotations about Angels

We cannot pass our guardian angel's bounds, resigned or sullen, he wil >>

Its easy to be an angel when you are in heaven. >>

We are never like angels till our passion dies. >>

The Angels were all singing out of tune, and hoarse with having little else to do, excepting to wind up the sun and moon or curb a runaway young star or two.

Byron, Lord