Lord Byron

Lord Byron

George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron (22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824), commonly known simply as Lord Byron, was a British poet, peer, politician, 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 poem, "She Walks in Beauty".

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Oh! there is an organ playing in the street - a waltz too! I must leave off to listen.

If I don't write to empty my mind I go mad.

That household virtue most uncommon / Of constancy to a bad ugly woman.

The busy have no time for tears.

The isles of Greece the isles of Greece! / Where burning Sappho loved and sung / Where grew the arts of war and peace / Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung! / Eternal summer gilds them yet / But all except their sun is set.

Of its own beauty is the mind diseased / And fevers into false creation.

The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.

I am the very slave of circumstance / And impulse - borne away with every breath!

Years steal Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb, And Life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim

Man is born passionate of body but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.

Fare thee well! and if for ever / Still for ever fare thee well.

Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind

I, by no means, rank poetry high in the scale of intelligence - this may look like affectation, but it is my real opinion. It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.

I see before me the Gladiator lie: / He leans upon his hand - his manly brow / Consents to death but conquers agony.

Passion is the element in which we live, without it we hardly vegetate.

Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate: / His keys were rusty and the lock was dull.

We have progressively improved into a less spiritual species of tenderness -- but the seal is not yet fixed though the wax is preparing for the impression.

If I am fool it is at least a doubting one, and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

A man must serve his time to every trade: Save Censure- Critics all are ready made

My native Land - Good Night!

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