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
heart itself love pause soul sword wears
The sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.
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Proud of his learning (just enough to quote), He revell'd in his Ciceronian glory: With memory excellent to get by rote, With wit to hatch a pun or tell a story, Graced with some merit, and with more effrontery, 'His country's pride,' he came down to
deception found friend
I have found that a friend may profess, yet deceive.
appeal marks none tyranny
May none these marks efface! / For they appeal from tyranny to God.
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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.
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My attachment has neither the blindness of the beginning, nor the microscopic accuracy of the close of such liaisons.
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My hair is grey, but not with years, / Nor grew it white / In a single night, / As men's have grown from sudden fears.
hunt rival though
Nay more, though all my rival rhymesters frown, / I too can hunt a poetaster down.
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
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Let simple Wordsworth chime his childish verse, / And brother Coleridge lull the babe at nurse.
forever
Let us not unman each other; part at once; all farewells should be sudden, when forever
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Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.