Lord Byron Quotes About Art

Quotes about: Art

• The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.

  Lord Byron

  Sports, Art, Animal

• The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

  Lord Byron

  Love, Inspirational, Life

• What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.

  Lord Byron

  Art, Military, Army

• History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.

  Lord Byron

  Art, Philosophy, History

  Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.164, Cambridge University Press

• He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.

  Lord Byron

  Art, Riding, Fencing

  Lord Byron, Donald A. Low (2013). “Byron: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.144, Routledge

• Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?

  Lord Byron

  Hope, Art, Majestic

  Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.184, Cambridge University Press

• Poetry should only occupy the idle.

  Lord Byron

  Art, Poetry, Should

• In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.

  Lord Byron

  Art, Writing, Men

  Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.2993, Delphi Classics

• Not to admire, is all the art I know To make men happy, or to keep them so. Thus Horace wrote we all know long ago; And thus Pope quotes the precept to re-teach From his translation; but had none admired, Would Pope have sung, or Horace been inspired?

  Lord Byron

  Art, Men, Long Ago

  Lord Byron (2017). “Don Juan”, p.263, BookRix

• Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart-- The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd-- To fetters and damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom.

  Lord Byron

  Country, Art, Son

  Lord Byron (2013). “Selected Poems of Lord Byron”, p.63, Lulu Press, Inc

• Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes; But no too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes: Disguise even tenderness if thou art wise.

  Lord Byron

  Wise, Art, Moving

  Lord Byron (1854). “Childe Harold's pilgrimage”, p.84

• facebook
• twitter
• googleplus
• email
• linkedin

• facebook
• twitter
• googleplus
• email
• linkedin