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
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Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much -- and pleases me so much (when my passions are not interested in one way or the other) that I go on wondering for a week to come.
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Why did she love him? Curious fool - be still - is human love the growth of human will?
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Why don't they knead two virtuous souls for life / Into that moral centaur, man and wife?
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Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire -- in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?
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Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of this world, all things are weighed by the false scale of custom
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Time, the avenger! unto thee I lift / My hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave of thee a gift.
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Tis melancholy, and a fearful sign Of human frailty, folly, also crime, That love and marriage rarely can combine, Although they both are born in the same clime; Marriage from love, like vinegar from wine - A sad, sour, sober beverage - by time Is s
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Tis sweet to hear the watch dogs' honest bark - Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark - Our coming and look brighter when we come
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Tis very puzzling on the brink Of what is called Eternity to stare, And know no more of what is here, than there
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Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, streams like the thunderstorm against the wind.
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Yet Time, who changes all, had altered him in soul and aspect as in age: Years steal Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; And Life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim
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With pleasure drugged, he almost longed for woe
born happiness joy share
To have joy one must share it. Happiness was born a twin.
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Though they did not kiss, / Yet still between his Darkness and his Brightness / There passed a mutual glance of great politeness.