{"author":"George Gordon Byron","author_id":"George+Gordon+Byron","total_quotes":74,"quotes":[{"text":"All who joy would winMust share it -- Happiness was born a twin.","author":"George Gordon Byron","tags":["don-juan","happiness","twin"],"id":5991,"author_id":"George+Gordon+Byron"},{"text":"We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.","author":"George Gordon Byron","tags":["death","fear","life","poetry","time"],"id":6086,"author_id":"George+Gordon+Byron"},{"text":"As soon seek roses in December, ice in June,Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaffBelieve a woman or an epitaphOr any other thing that’s falseBefore you trust in critics.","author":"George Gordon Byron","tags":["criticism"],"id":6640,"author_id":"George+Gordon+Byron"},{"text":"I live not in myself, but I becomePortion of that around me: and to meHigh mountains are a feeling, but the humof human cities torture.","author":"George Gordon Byron","tags":["classics","epic-poetry","poetry","verse"],"id":9684,"author_id":"George+Gordon+Byron"},{"text":"Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps,Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth,Sweet is revenge--especially to women.","author":"George Gordon Byron","tags":["revenge","sweet","to-each-his-own","women"],"id":13382,"author_id":"George+Gordon+Byron"},{"text":"Many are poets, but without the name;For what is Poesy but to createFrom overfeeling Good or Ill; and aimAt an external life beyond our fate,And be the new Prometheus of new men,Bestowing fire from Heaven, and then, too late,Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain.","author":"George Gordon Byron","tags":["poem"],"id":21733,"author_id":"George+Gordon+Byron"},{"text":"But words are things, and a small drop of ink,Falling, like dew, upon a thought producesThat which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.","author":"George Gordon Byron","tags":["liberty","words"],"id":50709,"author_id":"George+Gordon+Byron"},{"text":"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:I love not Man the less, but Nature more,From these our interviews, in which I stealFrom all I may be, or have been before,To mingle with the Universe, and feelWhat I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.","author":"George Gordon Byron","tags":["nature","poetry"],"id":62128,"author_id":"George+Gordon+Byron"},{"text":"Man's love is of man's life a thing apart,'Tis woman's whole existence.","author":"George Gordon Byron","tags":["feminine","love","romance","romantic","woman"],"id":66373,"author_id":"George+Gordon+Byron"},{"text":"But first, on earth as vampire sent,Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent,Then ghastly haunt thy native place,And suck the blood of all thy race.There from thy daughter, sister, wife,At midnight drain the stream of life,Yet loathe the banquet which perforceMust feed thy livid living corse.Thy victims ere they yet expireShall know the demon for their sire,As cursing thee, thou cursing them,Thy flowers are withered on the stem.","author":"George Gordon Byron","tags":["poem","vampire"],"id":66745,"author_id":"George+Gordon+Byron"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":74,"pages":8,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}