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
nature farewell woods
There is pleasure in the pathless woods.
quiet human-nature serene
A quiet conscience makes one so serene.
nature passion long
As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.
nature men earth-day
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
nature men thinking
I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation -- they are all better than us and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves.
lonely nature travel
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
doubt heard rome stood time
I've stood upon Achilles' tomb, And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome
alone burning rebel spirit weak
The spirit burning but unbent, / May writhe, rebel - the weak alone repent!
daily lady leave literary smug wits
The would-be wits and can't-be gentlemen, I leave them to their daily ""tea is ready,"" Smug coterie and literary lady
adventure agreeable lively
And yet a little tumult, now and then, is an agreeable quickener of sensation; such as a revolution, a battle, or an adventure of any lively description.
And when we think we lead, we are most led.
bust cares full length paint romance romances
Romances paint at full length people's wooings, but only give a bust of marriages: but no one cares for matrimonial cooings
romances
Romances I never read like those I have seen.
blue control dark deep earth man marks ocean roll ruin stops sweep ten thee thou thousand
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll! / Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; / Man marks the earth with ruin - his control / Stops with the shore.