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
censure critics jokes learning man ready save serve time trade
A man must serve his time to every trade / Save censure - critics all are ready made. / Take hackneyed jokes from Miller, got by rote,/ With just enough of learning to misquote.
critics man ready save serve time
A man must serve his time to every trade: Save Censure- Critics all are ready made
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!
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?'
doubt heard rome stood time
I've stood upon Achilles' tomb, And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome
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?
bright casts grand illusions mistake skin snake strips time
But time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake
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
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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.
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.