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The most flamboyant and notorious of the major English Romantic poets, George Gordon, Lord Byron, was likewise the most fashionable poet of the early 1800s. He created an immensely popular Romantic hero—defiant, melancholy, haunted by secret guilt—for which, to many, he seemed the model. He...
The Prisoner of Chillon. By Lord Byron (George Gordon) My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white. In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil,
Prometheus. By Lord Byron (George Gordon) Titan! to whose immortal eyes. The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise; What was thy pity's recompense? A silent suffering, and intense; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain, The agony they do not show,
1905. Topics. English poetry -- 19th century, English poetry. Publisher. Boston : Houghton Mifflin. Collection. marygrovecollege; internetarchivebooks; americana. Contributor. Internet Archive. Language. English. xxi, 1055 pages : 22 cm. Half-title: Byron, edited by Paul Elmer More. Engraved t.p. Includes bibliographical references.
The most flamboyant and notorious of the major English Romantic poets, George Gordon, Lord Byron, was likewise the most fashionable poet of the early 1800s. He created an immensely popular Romantic hero—defiant, melancholy, haunted by secret guilt—for which, to many, he seemed the model.
Plagued by debts and by rumours of incest, Byron left England in 1816, never to return. Despite his bitterness and disillusionment, in 1817 he wrote Beppo, a cheerful and self-mocking poem mostly about the pleasures of life and the attractions of abroad. Our extract is from Canto 11, and gives a flavour of its tone.
1788 –. 1824. I. 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: Thus mellowed to that tender light. Which heaven to gaudy day denies. II. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace. Which waves in every raven tress,
