Quotes from George Gordon

Death, the sable smoke where vanishes the flame.

Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests.

The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!

I know that two and two make four - & should be glad to prove it too if I could - though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 & 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.

Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!

High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture.

One hates an author that's all author.

Whose game was empires and whose stakes were thrones, Whose table earth, whose dice were human bones.

Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;... Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties — give me a cigar!

And if I laugh at any mortal thing, This that I may not weep.