Lord Byron Nor Quotations

My attachment has neither the blindness of the beginning, nor the microscopic accuracy of the close of such liaisons.

My hair is grey, but not with years, / Nor grew it white / In a single night, / As men's have grown from sudden fears.

To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind: / All are not fit with them to stir and toil, / Nor is it discontent to keep the mind / Deep in its fountain.

Nor be, what man should ever be, / The friend of Beauty in distress?

I have not loved the world, nor the world me; / I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed / To its idolatries a patient knee, / Nor coined my cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud / In worship of an echo.