Lord Byron (1788 – 1824)
Generally known as Lord Byron, was an Anglo-Scottish poet and leading figure in Romanticism.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
He seems
To have seen better days, as who has not
Who has seen yesterday?
My best! my last friends!
Let's not unman each other: part at once:
All farewells should be sudden, when for ever,
Else they make an eternity of moments,
And clog the last sad sands of life with tears.
Hence, and be happy: trust me, I am not
Now to be pitied; or far more for what
Is past than present; for the future, 'tis
In the hands of the deities, if such
There be: I shall know soon. Farewell Farewell.
From the poetry of Lord Byron they drew a system of ethics, compounded of misanthropy and voluptuousness, a system in which the two great commandments were, to hate your neighbour, and to love your neighbour's wife.
Better to err with Pope, than shine with Pye.
There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
Sublime tobacco! which from east to west
Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest.
Friendship is Love without his wings.
Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.
Lord of himself,that heritage of woe!
Here's a sigh to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate:
And, whatever sky's above me,
Here's a [[heart[[ for every fate.
Our Lord Byron the fascinating faulty childish philosophical being daring the world docile to a private circle impetuous and indolent gloomy and yet more gay than any other.
A light broke in upon my brain,
It was the carol of a bird;
It ceased, and then it came again,
The sweetest song ear ever heard.
And if we do but watch the hour,
There never yet was human power
Which could evade, if unforgiven,
The patient search and vigil long
Of him who treasures up a wrong.
The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
The dust we tread upon was once alive.
Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease!
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace!
And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful
That God alone was to be seen in heaven.