Who is George Gordon Byron

George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron FRS (22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824), known simply as Lord Byron, was a British poet, peer, politician, and leading figure in the Romantic movement. He is regarded as one of the greatest British poets and remains widely read and influential. Among his best-known works are the lengthy narrative poems Don Juan and Childe Harold's Pilgrimage; many of his shorter lyrics in Hebrew Melodies also became popular.

He travelled extensively across Europe, especially in Italy, where he lived for seven years in the cities of Venice, Ravenna and Pisa. During his stay in Italy he frequently visited his friend and fellow poet Percy Bysshe Shelley. Later in life Byron joined the Greek War of Independence fighting the Ottoman Empire, for which...
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I Love You 176 Love 176 Soul 170 Heart 166 Hope 117 Alone 117 Earth 117 Long 109 Life 106 Never 106


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  • Freudian_miss: “there is something pagan in me that i cannot shake off. in short, i deny nothing, but doubt everything.” ― george gordon byron
  • Pendidikan4id: “if i could always read i should never feel the want of company.” ― george gordon byron
  • D04710: when we two parted in silence and tears, half broken-hearted to sever for years, pale grew thy cheek and cold, colder thy kiss; truly that hour foretold sorrow to this. george gordon byron
  • Orpheus_laments: fragments of school exercises: from the "prometheus vinctus" of aeschylus, by george gordon, lord byron
  • 2l3dnuxtnarw1ok: in her first passion woman loves her lover; in all the others, all she loves is love. george gordon byron
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Denner's Old Woman
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In this mimic form of a matron in years,
How plainly the pencil of Denner appears!
The matron herself, in whose old age we see
Not a trace of decline, what a wonder is she!
No dimness of eye, and no cheek hanging low,
No wrinkle, or deep-furrow-d frown on the brow!
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