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
roses save soft spirit
Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, / And all, save the spirit of man, is divine.
fixed improved less preparing seal species spiritual tenderness though wax
We have progressively improved into a less spiritual species of tenderness -- but the seal is not yet fixed though the wax is preparing for the impression.
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
dew drop falling perhaps produces small words
Words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think
free hereditary strike themselves
Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not / Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
critics man ready save serve time
A man must serve his time to every trade: Save Censure- Critics all are ready made
constancy household ugly
That household virtue, most uncommon, / Of constancy to a bad, ugly woman.
cheers east labor rest sublime west
Sublime tobacco! which from east to west Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest
hath healer heart oh time-and-time-management
Oh Time! the beautifier of the dead, adorer of the ruin, comforter and only healer when the heart hath bled... Time, the avenger!
dew farmer king left realm worse
A better farmer ne'er brushed dew from lawn, / A worse king never left a realm undone!
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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.
joy longer memory sorrow
Joy's recollection is no longer joy, while sorrow's memory is sorrow still