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
downright eating infancy life remains summer
When one subtracts from life infancy (which is vegetation), sleep, eating and swilling, buttoning and unbuttoning -- how much remains of downright existence? The summer of a dormouse.
daughters magic none
There be none of Beauty's daughters / With a magic like thee.
agreeable interested meet passions pleases pleasure surprises week whenever wondering
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.
grew grown hair nor single sudden white
My hair is grey, but not with years, / Nor grew it white / In a single night, / As men's have grown from sudden fears.
given
She for him had given / Her all on earth, and more than all in heaven!
absolutely depend high stands
Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absolutely too - high and will go down
appeal marks none tyranny
May none these marks efface! / For they appeal from tyranny to God.
maid oh
Maid of Athens, ere we part, / Give, oh give me back my heart!
caught despair might wins
Maidens like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair
babe brother childish lull simple wordsworth
Let simple Wordsworth chime his childish verse, / And brother Coleridge lull the babe at nurse.
forever
Let us not unman each other; part at once; all farewells should be sudden, when forever
combining device good letter solitude
Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.
generally indeed jealousy lovers self spice
Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
hunt rival though
Nay more, though all my rival rhymesters frown, / I too can hunt a poetaster down.