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
literature sin atonement
The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
beautiful stars thinking
O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur'd for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,--at which my soul aches to think,-- Intoxicated with eternity.
hypocrisy england pay
In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.
america people rude
America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
drinking beer men
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
life wisdom tree
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
inspirational life religion
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
love smile romantic
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
writing mad mind
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
life success dance
On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet
despair
I learned to love despair.
beach ocean dark
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
literature found duty
I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.
inspirational life fall
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.