Lord Byron Forth Quotations

Every sense hath been o'erstrung, and each frail fibre of the brain sent forth her thoughts all wild and wide

I want a hero: an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one, Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, The age discovers he is not the true one; Of such as these I should not care to vaunt, I'll therefore take our ancient frien