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
darkness glance great mutual passed though
Though they did not kiss, / Yet still between his Darkness and his Brightness / There passed a mutual glance of great politeness.
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
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.
aspect best bright dark eyes meet night starry walks
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes
charming
She / Was married, charming, chaste, and twenty-three.
given
She for him had given / Her all on earth, and more than all in heaven!
absolutely depend high stands
Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absolutely too - high and will go down
hunt rival though
Nay more, though all my rival rhymesters frown, / I too can hunt a poetaster down.
age age-and-aging barbarous black fool grows hair justly letter middle period printed scarce
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.
accuracy attachment blindness close neither nor relationships
My attachment has neither the blindness of the beginning, nor the microscopic accuracy of the close of such liaisons.
grew grown hair nor single sudden white
My hair is grey, but not with years, / Nor grew it white / In a single night, / As men's have grown from sudden fears.