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
break counted sun
He counted them at break of day - / And when the sun set where were they?
left linked name thousand virtue
He left a Corsair's name to other times, / Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
alike half sink soar
Half dust, half deity, unfit alike to sink or soar
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?'
everybody grand human persuaded soul
It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a ''grand peut-''tre'' --but still it is a grand one. Everybody clings to it --the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.
angels learn
By many stories, / And true, we learn the angels are all Tories.
home land plain whose
Clime of the unforgotten brave! / Whose land from plain to mountain-cave / Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave!
heart marble wax
His heart was one of those which most enamour us, / Wax to receive, and marble to retain.
forgives grow hairs rhymes whose
But who forgives the senior's ceaseless verse, / Whose hairs grow hoary as his rhymes grow worse?
bacon hating mistaken save turks wished
But here I say the Turks were much mistaken - Who, hating hogs, yet wished to save their bacon
dreams hath realm sleep touch wide wild
Sleep hath its own world, and a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, and tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.