Lord Byron
Lord Byron
George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron, FRS, commonly known simply as Lord Byron, was an English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement. Among his best-known works are the lengthy narrative poems Don Juan and Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, and the short lyric "She Walks in Beauty"...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth22 January 1788
doubt paganism pagan-gods
I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
love broken-heart happy-valentines-day
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
life stars night
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
life cups sparkle
Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.
jealousy world shows
Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
eye kissing yellow
Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quench desire; Still would I steep my lips in bliss, And dwell an age on every kiss; Nor then my soul should sated be, Still would I kiss and cling to thee: Nought should my kiss from thine dissever, Still would we kiss and kiss for ever; E'en though the numbers did exceed The yellow harvest's countless seed; To part would be a vain endeavour: Could I desist? -ah! never-never.
prayer farewell air
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.
demon blight exile
What exile from himself can flee? To zones, though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of life--the demon Thought.
travel eye grieving
I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
should-have fishing trout
And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.
solitude
In solitude, when we are least alone.
other-worlds solitude sorrow
Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.
farewell sea sky
Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.
soul sculpture form
Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?