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
babe brother childish lull simple wordsworth
Let simple Wordsworth chime his childish verse, / And brother Coleridge lull the babe at nurse.
blue control dark deep earth man marks ocean roll ruin stops sweep ten thee thou thousand
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll! / Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; / Man marks the earth with ruin - his control / Stops with the shore.
dear eyes good moves
Dear Doctor, I have read your play, / Which is a good one in its way, - / Purges the eyes and moves the bowels, / And drenches handkerchiefs like towels.
doubt negroes philosophy
The negroes more philosophy displayed, - / Used to it, no doubt, as eels are to be flayed.
differ dress hardly manners smoothed society
Society is smoothed to that excess, that manners hardly differ more than dress
government people feelings
I have simplified my politics into an utter detestation of all existing governments; and, as it is the shortest and most agreeable and summary feeling imaginable, the first moment of an universal republic would convert me into an advocate for single and uncontradicted despotism. The fact is, riches are power, and poverty is slavery all over the earth, and one sort of establishment is no better, nor worse, for a people than another.
doubt heard rome stood time
I've stood upon Achilles' tomb, And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome
existence life love
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence
bacon hating mistaken save turks wished
But here I say the Turks were much mistaken - Who, hating hogs, yet wished to save their bacon
alone burning rebel spirit weak
The spirit burning but unbent, / May writhe, rebel - the weak alone repent!
heart itself love pause soul sword wears
For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.
home land plain whose
Clime of the unforgotten brave! / Whose land from plain to mountain-cave / Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave!
hunt rival though
Nay more, though all my rival rhymesters frown, / I too can hunt a poetaster down.
everybody grand human persuaded soul
It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a ''grand peut-''tre'' --but still it is a grand one. Everybody clings to it --the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.