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
roses save soft spirit
Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, / And all, save the spirit of man, is divine.
love life dying
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.
kindness adversity not-giving-up
Adversity is the first path to truth.
dew drop falling perhaps produces small words
Words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think
fools fools-and-foolishness satire
I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
everybody grand human persuaded soul
It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a ''grand peut-''tre'' --but still it is a grand one. Everybody clings to it --the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.
angels learn
By many stories, / And true, we learn the angels are all Tories.
home land plain whose
Clime of the unforgotten brave! / Whose land from plain to mountain-cave / Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave!
heart marble wax
His heart was one of those which most enamour us, / Wax to receive, and marble to retain.
forgives grow hairs rhymes whose
But who forgives the senior's ceaseless verse, / Whose hairs grow hoary as his rhymes grow worse?
bacon hating mistaken save turks wished
But here I say the Turks were much mistaken - Who, hating hogs, yet wished to save their bacon
perfect seemed valet
In short, he was a perfect cavalier, / And to his very valet seemed a hero.
But Tom's no more - and so no more of Tom.
bright casts grand illusions mistake skin snake strips time
But time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake