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
explaining nation wish
Explaining metaphysics to the nation - / I wish he would explain his explanation.
joy
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined
arrange focus moment themselves thoughtful thoughts wildest
Our thoughts take the wildest flight: Even at the moment when they should arrange themselves in thoughtful order.
bridge flying golden
I tell thee, be not rash; a golden bridge / Is for a flying enemy.
among shroud stood thoughts
I stood / Among them, but not of them; in a shroud / Of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
appear lady
I thought it would appear / That there had been a lady in the case.
existence life love
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence
joy longer memory sorrow
Joy's recollection is no longer joy, while sorrow's memory is sorrow still
book cannot minutes ought
I take the view, and always have, that if you cannot say what you are going to say in 20 minutes you ought to go away and write a book about it.
thou wisest
Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son!/ All that we know is, nothing can be known.
beneath hath labor shall sun
Such hath it been - shall be - beneath the sun the many still must labor for the one
soul
That all-softening, overpowering knell, / The tocsin of the soul - the dinner-bell.
age-and-aging crop days few hours minutes months obliged passed remain seconds 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?
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?'