Lord Byron Soul Quotations

For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.

That all-softening, overpowering knell, / The tocsin of the soul - the dinner-bell.

Yet Time, who changes all, had altered him in soul and aspect as in age: Years steal Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; And Life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim

The sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.

It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a ''grand peut-''tre'' --but still it is a grand one. Everybody clings to it --the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.

Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies

It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a grand peut-tre -but still it is a grand one. Everybody clings to it -the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.

This is the patent-age of new inventions For killing bodies, and for saving souls, All propagated with the best intentions; Sir Humphrey Davy's lantern, by which coals Are safely mined for in the mode he mentions, Tombuctoo travels, voyages to the Poles, Are ways to benefit mankind, as true, Perhaps, as shooting them at Waterloo.

That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane

Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?

The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.

He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.

No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.