#george gordon lord byron

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Happy 236th birthday to my favorite poet

George Gordon Byron, (22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824)

The Destruction of Sennacherib First published in 1815 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

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Don Juan George Gordon Byron, Baron Byron (British; 1788–1824) Autograph manuscript, unsigned First draft of Cantos I–V  (Venice and Ravenna, July 3, 1818–November 30, 1819 and October 16–November 27, 1820 The Morgan Library & Museum, New York

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[blackhyena]

Lord Byron, ‘Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage’, canto III.

[apoemaday]

There Is Pleasure in the Pathless Wood

by George Gordon Byron

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, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean -- roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin -- his control Stops with the shore; -- upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own, When for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.

His steps are not upon thy paths, -- thy fields Are not a spoil for him, -- thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth’s destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: -- there let him lay.

[thoughtkick]

Friendship is love without his wings.

Lord George Gordon Byron

[thehopefulquotes]

Friendship is love without his wings.

Lord George Gordon Byron

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[perfectfeelings]

Friendship is love without his wings.

Lord George Gordon Byron

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Friendship is love without his wings.

Lord George Gordon Byron

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Friendship is love without his wings.

Lord George Gordon Byron

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[blackhyena]

George Gordon, Lord Byron, 'Childe Harold's Pilgrimage', canto III.

[byronfucks]

A: " excuse me, what time is it?"

B: "It's 18:16"

A: "18:16? as in 1816??? WHEN LORD BYRON AND PERCY AND MARY SHELLEY MET ON LAKE GENEVA??? AND MARY SHELLEY WROTE THE FIRST FRANKENSTEIN DRAFT????????- sorry I mean thanks"

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Drawing one cat a day, day 29: Lord Byron in Albanian dress

Lord Byron was one weird cat, he drank out of a skull (be careful, Yorrick!) Based on this painting of him:

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Party Like It's 1816

Throwback to the middle of lock-down where I spent nearly a month on making a presentation about the Geneva Squad for my poor, unsuspecting friends