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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  • Pendidikan4id: “if i could always read i should never feel the want of company.” ― george gordon byron
  • Kuldeep9sharma: “those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.” ― george gordon byron
  • Taru_sarvesh: “those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.” ~ george gordon byron (lord byron)
  • Aakanshaupreti: "there is a pleasure in the pathless woods, there is a rapture on the lonely shore, there is society, where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar: i love not man the less, but nature more". - george gordon byron
  • Gswsyndicate: what deep wounds ever closed without a scar? ~george gordon, lord byron, child harold's pilgrimage
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Vain Hope
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Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!

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