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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  • Harshya_9: those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves. -george gordon byron
  • Picevol: “. . . let joy be unconfined . . .” - george gordon byron
  • Neurosocialself: ‘and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think’ george gordon byron
  • Teresabacon20: good morning world all heaven and earth are still—though not in sleep, but breathless, as we grow when feeling most; and silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep:— all heaven and earth are still. –george gordon, lord byron (1788–1824)
  • Gswsyndicate: what deep wounds ever closed without a scar? ~george gordon, lord byron, child harold's pilgrimage
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