Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Lord ByronEgeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.
Lord ByronI really cannot know whether I am or am not the Genius you are pleased to call me, but I am very willing to put up with the mistake, if it be one. It is a title dearly enough bought by most men, to render it endurable, even when not quite clearly made out, which it never can be till the Posterity, whose decisions are merely dreams to ourselves, has sanctioned or denied it, while it can touch us no further.
Lord ByronI am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.
Lord Byron