There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more. Lord Byron deepintrudelonely Change image and share on social
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of. Lord Byron cheekexistenceface Change image and share on social
The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go. Lord Byron cardinalendtrue Change image and share on social
For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn? Lord Byron bearcorncountry Change image and share on social
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored. Lord Byron boreformhorde Change image and share on social
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. Lord Byron horizonhoverlife Change image and share on social
The 'good old times' - all times when old are good. Lord Byron goodtime Change image and share on social
To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all. Lord Byron entiremotivescribble Change image and share on social
Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen. Lord Byron countrycountrymanlove Change image and share on social
