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
barrier delight determined fierce flatter looked thirty veins work younger
I always looked to about thirty as the barrier of any real or fierce delight in the passions, and determined to work them out in the younger ore and better veins of the mine /and I flatter myself (perhaps) that I have pretty well done so /and now the dross is coming.
romances
Romances I never read like those I have seen.
hilarious being-alone appetite-for-life
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
beneath rock shock sink
Better to sink beneath the shock than molder piecemeal on the rock
eruption high imagination intelligence means poetry prevents rank scale whose
I by no means rank poetry high in the scale of intelligence -this may look like affectation but it is my real opinion. It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
apples ashes dead detested itself life suit taste
But Life will suit Itself to Sorrow's most detested fruit, Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste
aloud cheek cried flattered loved nor patient rank worship
I have not loved the world, nor the world me; / I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed / To its idolatries a patient knee, / Nor coined my cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud / In worship of an echo.
fools fools-and-foolishness satire
I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
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.
accuracy attachment blindness close neither nor relationships
My attachment has neither the blindness of the beginning, nor the microscopic accuracy of the close of such liaisons.
dreams hath realm sleep touch wide wild
Sleep hath its own world, and a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, and tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
element hardly passion
Passion is the element in which we live; without it, we hardly vegetate.
fate flow inward liver small
Indigestion is - that inward fate which makes all Styx through one small liver flow
music sweet voice waters
Like music on the waters is they sweet voice to me.