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
fearful known love lovely
Alas! The love of women! it is known to be a lovely and fearful thing!
affections run water
Alas! our young affections run to waste, / Or water but the desert.
broke came carol ear light song sweetest
A light broke in upon my brain, - / It was the carol of a bird; / It ceased, and then it came again, / The sweetest song ear ever heard.
A little still she strove, and much repented, and whispering, ""I will ne'er consent"" - consented
admit corn courtesy except excuse excuses joint letter man pardon receive toes
Your letter of excuses has arrived. I receive the letter but do not admit the excuses except in courtesy, as when a man treads on your toes and begs your pardon -- the pardon is granted, but the joint aches, especially if there is a corn upon it.
both extremely man
An old man / With an old soul, and both extremely blind.
catch die immortal mean recommend
The way to be immortal (I mean not to die at all) is to have me for your heir. I recommend you to put me in your will and you will see that (as long as I live at least) you will never even catch cold.
cheers east labor rest sublime west
Sublime tobacco! which from east to west Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest
dear eyes good moves
Dear Doctor, I have read your play, / Which is a good one in its way, - / Purges the eyes and moves the bowels, / And drenches handkerchiefs like towels.
beauty false mind
Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, / And fevers into false creation.
beauty friend man nor
Nor be, what man should ever be, / The friend of Beauty in distress?
dreamed greece hour looks marathon might mountains
The mountains look on Marathon - / And Marathon looks on the sea; / And musing there an hour alone, / I dreamed that Greece might yet be free.
fades native shore waters
Adieu, adieu! my native shore / Fades o'er the waters blue.
joy
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined