But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
Lord ByronOh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise!
Lord ByronFrom the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow. . . . . The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.
Lord ByronIt is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
Lord Byron