Lord Byron Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

  Lord Byron

  Love, Eye, Dark

  "SheWalks in Beauty" l. 1 (1815)

• The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!

  Lord Byron

  Eye, Heart, Light

  'The Bride of Abydos' (1813) canto 1, st. 6

• 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.

  Lord Byron

  Love, Thank You, Valentines Day

  Lord Byron (2013). “Byron: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.168, Routledge

• Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quench desire; Still would I steep my lips in bliss, And dwell an age on every kiss; Nor then my soul should sated be, Still would I kiss and cling to thee: Nought should my kiss from thine dissever, Still would we kiss and kiss for ever; E'en though the numbers did exceed The yellow harvest's countless seed; To part would be a vain endeavour: Could I desist? -ah! never-never.

  Lord Byron

  Eye, Kissing, Yellow

  Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.38, Delphi Classics

• The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.

  Lord Byron

  Change, Strength, Strong

  Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.113, Cambridge University Press

• There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

  Lord Byron

  Eye, Heart, Men

  Lord Byron (2013). “Byron: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.347, Routledge

• O Fame! if I ever took delight in thy praises, Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her.

  Lord Byron

  Eye, Dear Ones, Phrases

  Lord Byron (2013). “Selected Poems of Lord Byron”, p.15, Lulu Press, Inc

• She was like me in lineaments-- her eyes Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone Even of her voice, they said were like to mine; But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty; She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe: nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears-- which I had not; And tenderness-- but that I had for her; Humility-- and that I never had. Her faults were mine-- her virtues were her own-- I loved her, and destroy'd her!

  Lord Byron

  Humility, Eye, Voice

  Lord Byron (2014). “Manfred”, p.28, Simon and Schuster

• And those who saw, it did surprise, Such drops could fall from human eyes.

  Lord Byron

  Fall, Eye, Saws

  Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.956, Delphi Classics

• My slumbers--if I slumber--are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not: in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men.

  Lord Byron

  Heart, Sleep, Eye

  Lord Byron (2014). “Manfred”, p.10, Simon and Schuster

• For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

  Lord Byron

  War, Heart, Eye

  'The Destruction of Sennacherib' (1815) st. 3

• The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes, and feel for what their duty bids them do.

  Lord Byron

  Heart, Eye, Brave

  Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.1218, Delphi Classics

• 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

• A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a fools-cap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town.

  Lord Byron

  Dirty, Eye, Sight

• Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one's right; and when one's wrong They smile still more.

  Lord Byron

  Teacher, Teaching, School

• The music, and the banquet, and the wine-- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments-- The white arms and the raven hair--the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.

  Lord Byron

  Flower, Wine, Eye

• So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

  Lord Byron

  Regret, Eye, Kissing

  Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.792, Delphi Classics

• Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.

  Lord Byron

  Eye, Tears, Weakness

  Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.856, Delphi Classics

• I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.

  Lord Byron

  Travel, Eye, Grieving

  Lord Byron (2015). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.55, Sheba Blake Publishing

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