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
men land losing
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
life years waiting
He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.
titles flags taxation
Let not his mode of raising cash seem strange, Although he fleeced the flags of every nation, For into a prime minister but change His title, and 'tis nothing but taxation.
strength strong eye
The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.
friendship wings eros
Frienship is eros...without wings
spring flower joy
Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.
sweet blessing night
How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! I thank thee, night! for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate; and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.
mistake inspiration believe
We have fools in all sects, and impostors in most; why should I believe mysteries no one can understand, because written by men who chose to mistake madness for inspiration and style themselves Evangelicals?
favors knows
Of religion I know nothing -- at least, in its favor.
hands bridges venice
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand.
country cities rome
Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!
lying maids deceit
Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!
gold credit vapour
O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.
statistics explanation
Who then will explain the explanation?