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
music sweet voice waters
Like music on the waters is they sweet voice to me.
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?'
joy
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined
age although brightest case children clouds common creeping days finer hard running selves sunset whom
It is a hard although a common case To find our children running restive- they In whom our brightest days we would retrace, Our little selves reform'd in finer clay, Just as old age is creeping on apace, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, Th
heart itself love pause soul sword wears
For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.
country price raise
For what were all these country patriots born? / To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
losing men opinions rendered
For most men (till by losing rendered sager), Will back their own opinions by a wager
deep discontent fit fly hate mind nor stir
To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind: / All are not fit with them to stir and toil, / Nor is it discontent to keep the mind / Deep in its fountain.
fly hate mankind
To fly from, need not be to hate mankind
art heart men none social true
To feel for none is the true social art of the world's stoics - men without a heart
free hereditary strike themselves
Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not / Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
adversity name path poet remember truth whose
There is another old poet whose name I do not now remember who said, Adversity is the first path to truth