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.
maid oh
Maid of Athens, ere we part, / Give, oh give me back my heart!
heart skies soft soul sunny within
Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies
age although brightest case children clouds common creeping days finer hard running selves sunset whom
It is a hard although a common case To find our children running restive- they In whom our brightest days we would retrace, Our little selves reform'd in finer clay, Just as old age is creeping on apace, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, Th
beneath hath labor shall sun
Such hath it been - shall be - beneath the sun the many still must labor for the one
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.