A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.
Lord ByronMots clés devil woman misattributed-edgar-allan-poe lord-byron
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 ByronMots clés hope lord-byron
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.
Lord ByronMots clés dog lord-byron
Remember thee! remember thee!
Till Lethe quench life's burning stream
Remorse and shame shall cling to thee,
And haunt thee like a feverish dream!
Remember thee! Aye, doubt it not.
Thy husband too shall think of thee:
By neither shalt thou be forgot,
Thou false to him, thou fiend to me!
Mots clés lord-byron lady-caroline-lamb love-affair
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Lord ByronMots clés life truth on-fiction fiction strange lord-byron
I am, as far as I can tell, about a month behind Lord Byron. In every town we stop at we discover innkeepers, postillions, officials, burghers, potboys, and all kinds and sorts of ladies whose brains still seem somewhat deranged from their brief exposure to his lordship. And though my companions are careful to tell people that I am that dreadful being, an English magician, I am clearly nothing in comparison to an English poet and everywhere I go I enjoy the reputation- quite new to me, I assure you- of the quiet, good Englishman, who makes no noise and is no trouble to any one...
Susanna ClarkeMots clés magic jonathan-strange-mr-norrell lord-byron
When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home,
Let him combat for that of his neighbours;
Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome,
And get knocked on the head for his labours.
To do good to Mankind is the chivalrous plan,
And is always as nobly requited;
Then battle fro Freedom wherever you can,
And, if not shot or hanged, you'll get knighted.
Mots clés freedom rome glory greece battle lord-byron knight byron
A lovely young Italian girl passed by. Byron tilted his head to a very odd angle, half-closed his eyes and composed his features to suggest that he was about to expire from chronic indigestion. Dr Greysteel could only suppose that he was treating the young woman to the Byronic profile and the Byronic expression.
Susanna ClarkeMots clés lord-byron byron
We can’t all be Byronic adventurers like you Jude. Have you been wrestling with any brigands in the mountains there?”
“No, but you’ve got to watch the drivers! Funny you should mention the poetic lord. He used to take his holidays down here, you know?”
“What… picking up last-minute bargains with ‘EasyFrigate’?
Mots clés humour lord-byron albania
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