Lord Byron
English poet
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
I'll publish, right or wrong:
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
—Lord Byron, English poet, English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, 1809
Posted on May 27, 2004 at 6:56 PM
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
'Tis strange — but true; for truth is always strange;
Stranger than fiction
—Lord Byron, English poet, Don Juan, 1819
Posted on December 2, 2003 at 2:50 PM
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
Then fear not, if 'tis needful, to produce
Some term unknown, or obsolete in use,
(As Pitt has furnish'd us a word or two
Which lexicographers declined to do;)
So you indeed, with care, — (but be content
To take this license rarely) — may invent.
New words find credit in these latter days,
If neatly grafted on a Gallic phrase.
—Lord Byron, English poet, Hints from Horace, 1811
Posted on January 10, 2001 at 2:27 PM
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogethery, then inarticulate, and then drunk.
—Lord Byron, English poet, Byron's Letters and Journals, 1815
Posted on July 21, 1999 at 7:06 AM
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, & what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, & what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way;—all this comes of Authorship.
—Lord Byron, English poet, Byron's Letters and Journals
Posted on July 11, 2003 at 8:53 AM
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
He had sung against all battles, and again
In their high praise and glory; he had call'd
Reviewing "the ungentle craft" and then
Became as base a critic as e'r crawl'd —
Fed, paid, and pamper'd by the very men
By whom his muse and morals had been maul'd.
He had written much blank verse, and blanker prose,
And more of both than anybody knows.
—Lord Byron, English poet, The Vision of Judgment (discussing Robert Southey)
Posted on September 30, 2003 at 2:54 PM
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print;
A book's a book, although there's nothing in't.
—Lord Byron, English poet, English Bards and Scotch Reviewers
Posted on April 3, 2003 at 11:50 AM
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies
For those who know thee not.
—Lord Byron, English poet, Sardanapalus
Posted on February 21, 2001 at 10:02 AM
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
—Lord Byron, English poet, Don Juan, 1819
Posted on January 21, 2002 at 9:02 PM
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