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
convincing dear eye
Oh! too convincing -- dangerously dear -- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear!
combining device good letter solitude
Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.
cut man ship
He was the mildest mannered man / That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.
aspect best bright dark eyes meet night starry walks
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes
alike half sink soar
Half dust, half deity, unfit alike to sink or soar
dreamed greece hour looks marathon might mountains
The mountains look on Marathon - / And Marathon looks on the sea; / And musing there an hour alone, / I dreamed that Greece might yet be free.
forever
Let us not unman each other; part at once; all farewells should be sudden, when forever
beneath hath labor shall sun
Such hath it been - shall be - beneath the sun the many still must labor for the one
music
Comus all allows; / Champagne, dice, music or your neighbour's spouse.
catch die immortal mean recommend
The way to be immortal (I mean not to die at all) is to have me for your heir. I recommend you to put me in your will and you will see that (as long as I live at least) you will never even catch cold.
love loves others scholars-and-scholarship woman
In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love
heart marble wax
His heart was one of those which most enamour us, / Wax to receive, and marble to retain.
crop few minutes obliged passed remain time trust
My time has been passed viciously and agreeably; at thirty-one so few years, months, days, hours, or minutes remain that Carpe Diem 'is not enough. I have been obliged to crop even the seconds-for who can trust to tomorrow?'
heart itself love pause soul sword wears
The sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.