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
hunt rival though
Nay more, though all my rival rhymesters frown, / I too can hunt a poetaster down.
combining device good letter solitude
Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.
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.
aspect best bright dark eyes meet night starry walks
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes
charming
She / Was married, charming, chaste, and twenty-three.
given
She for him had given / Her all on earth, and more than all in heaven!
absolutely depend high stands
Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absolutely too - high and will go down
appeal marks none tyranny
May none these marks efface! / For they appeal from tyranny to God.
age age-and-aging barbarous black fool grows hair justly letter middle period printed scarce
Of all the barbarous middle ages, that which is most barbarous is the middle age of man! it is -- I really scarce know what; but when we hover between fool and sage, and don't know justly what we would be at -- a period something like a printed page, black letter upon foolscap, while our hair grows grizzled, and we are not what we were.
bright dear delight discover eyes less love sake thy took unworthy
O Fame! if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her.
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.
grew grown hair nor single sudden white
My hair is grey, but not with years, / Nor grew it white / In a single night, / As men's have grown from sudden fears.
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