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
music
Comus all allows; / Champagne, dice, music or your neighbour's spouse.
car chase flying glowing hear hours joy meet pleasure rattling sleep till youth
Did ye not hear it? - No; 'twas but the wind, / Or the car rattling o'er the stony street;/ On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; / No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet / To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
adventure agreeable lively
And yet a little tumult, now and then, is an agreeable quickener of sensation; such as a revolution, a battle, or an adventure of any lively description.
And when we think we lead, we are most led.
daily lady leave literary smug wits
The would-be wits and can't-be gentlemen, I leave them to their daily ""tea is ready,"" Smug coterie and literary lady
doubt heard rome stood time
I've stood upon Achilles' tomb, And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome
age ancient care discovers forth month sends therefore true uncommon year
I want a hero: an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one, Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, The age discovers he is not the true one; Of such as these I should not care to vaunt, I'll therefore take our ancient frien
half quite
So much alarmed that she is quite alarming, All Giggle, Blush, half Pertness, and half Pout.
exchange ignorance science scientists
Science is but the exchange of ignorance for that which is another kind of ignorance.
bank credit gold paper prefer thee unto
O gold! I still prefer thee unto paper which makes bank credit like a bank of vapor
beauty false mind
Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, / And fevers into false creation.
beauty friend man nor
Nor be, what man should ever be, / The friend of Beauty in distress?
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.
fades native shore waters
Adieu, adieu! my native shore / Fades o'er the waters blue.