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**//Lord Byron//** By:  Zoe, Camryn , and Sahana **1798:** Inherited the English Barony of Byron, thus becoming 'Lord Byron'.‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍ **1799:** Was sent to William Glennie's school, an Aberdonian in Dulwich. **1801:** Enrolled in Harrow. **1802:** Wrote his first poem, “Fugitive Pieces”. **1809:** Took his seat in the House of Lords. **1812:** Parts of “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage” were published. **1815:** Married Anne Isabella Milbanke at Seaham Hall, County Durham. **1816:** Byron left England, and began a tour of Europe. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">**1817:** His book “English Grammar and Armenian” was published <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">**1819:** “Armenian Grammar and English” was published. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">**1823:** Supported the movement for Greek independence from the Ottoman Empire. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">**1824:** Died because of a fever. At the time, this was noted as a 'foreign' disease. Today it is <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">known as scarlet fever. || <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">__**Lord Byron's Life**__ <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">**1788-1824**
 * __<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">**Lord Byron Timeline:** __ ||
 * <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">**1788:** Born in Cavendish Square, London.
 * <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">1821-22: **<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Stayed in Pisa and finished Cantos 6–12 of "Don Juan."

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 90%;">George Gordon Noel Byron, also known as Lord Byron, was born at 16 Holles Street in Cavendish Square, London on January 22, 1788 with a right club foot. He was very sensitive to his disability and inept medical treatment made it worse. Byron was considered the second greatest English poet to William Shakespeare. He influenced diverse writers like Honoré de Balzac, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, and Herman Melville, as well as composers such as Hector Berlioz and Ludwig van Beethoven. He was a personification of his literary character, the “Byronic hero,” a moody, passionate, and sexually alluring wanderer. Today Byron is not only known for his poetry, but for his fascinating personal life. Byron’s poetry mirrors his own quality traits. As Matthew Arnold, a Victorian critic and poet, wrote, the world “had //felt// him like a thunder’s roll.”

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">He was a good storyteller and used his travels as the structure for his best-selling hit//.// This poem was such a success that he, as he wrote, “awoke one morning and found myself famous.” His first major poem was //English Bards and Scottish Reviewers,// but in his masterpiece, //Don Juan,// all his best qualities came together. Bryon's shorter lyric works include “She Walks in Beauty,” “So We’ll Go No More A-Roving,” and “When We Two Parted.” His first publicly published book was //Hours of Idleness// in 1807. In 1809, he left England to journey through Portugal, Spain, Malta, Albania, Greece, and Asia Minor. His travels were his first inspiration for //The Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage.// This novel made Byron quite suddenly the ‘toast’ of Regency London.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">He was extremely handsome. “So beautiful a countenance I scarcely ever saw,” the poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote, “His eyes the open portal of the sun- things of light, and for light.” Byron was eventually pursued by a woman worthy of his heart, or so he thought at the time. In 1815, Byron married Anne Isabella Milbanke. A girl, Augusta Ada, was born in the next year, but the marriage was soon broken apart when Lady Byron learned of the close bond between Byron and his half-sister, Augusta Leigh. He fell deeply into debt afterward, despite the sales of his newest poems, //The Giaour, The Bride of Abydos, The Corsair,// and //Lara// that he wrote between 1813 and 1816. On April 15, 1816, Byron left England.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">For the rest of his life he wandered around Europe in self-banishment. By 1818, he had tired of his life as an exile. Byron later moved to Venice where he wrote //The Vision of Judgment// (1822)//.// He became devoted to the nineteen-year-old Countess Teresa Guiccioli who was married to a man thirty-nine years older

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">than her. Through Teresa’s family, the Gambas, he also became aware of the Carbonari movement, the revolutionary struggle against Austrian rule in Italy. When the Gambas were exiled to Pisa in 1821, Byron became involved in the Greek War of Independence. In 1823, he left for Greece to help support them. In the end, he gave his life for the cause.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">In an electric storm, and amid many bleedings, Byron died of a fever on April 19, 1824 in Missolonghi, Greece. He was thirty-six years old. After he had died, his body was sent in a crude wooden box back to England, where his ex-spouse and his daughter both refused to bury him in their graveyard, and said not to have him buried with them when they died. His parents also rejected his body because of his bi-sexual love affairs. Eventually, he was buried in St. Mary Magdalene Churchyard in Nottinghamshire, England. Byron's poetry has a side of him that reflects his efforts to portray life honestly, and the world not only remembers his poetry, but what he lived for, and he will not be forgotten anytime soon.

__**<span style="color: windowtext; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Byron's Most Famous Works: **__ <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">**She Walks in Beauty** <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">by George Gordon Byron

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">I. Of cloudless climes and starry skies; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And all that's best of dark and bright <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Thus mellowed to that tender light <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">II. One shade the more, one ray the less, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Had half impair'd the nameless grace <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Which waves in every raven tress, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Or softly lightens o'er her face; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Where thoughts serenely sweet express <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">III. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The smiles that win, the tints that glow, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">But tell of days in goodness spent, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">A mind at peace with all below,

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">A heart whose love is innocent!

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">**So We'll Go No More A-Roving** <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">by George Gordon Byron

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">So, we'll go no more a roving <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">So late into the night, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Though the heart be still as loving, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And the moon be still as bright.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">For the sword outwears its sheath, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And the soul wears out the breast, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And the heart must pause to breathe, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And love itself have rest.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Though the night was made for loving, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And the day returns too soon, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Yet we'll go no more a roving <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">By the light of the moon.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">**Darkness** <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">by George Gordon Byron

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">I had a dream, which was not all a dream. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Did wander darkling in the eternal space, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And men forgot their passions in the dread <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Of this their desolation; and all hearts <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light: <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The palaces of crowned kings—the huts,

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The habitations of all things which dwell, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And men were gather'd round their blazing homes <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">To look once more into each other's face; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Happy were those who dwelt within the eye <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Of the volcanoes, and their mountain-torch: <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">A fearful hope was all the world contain'd; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Extinguish'd with a crash—and all was black. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The brows of men by the despairing light <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The flashes fell upon them; some lay down <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And others hurried to and fro, and fed <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">With mad disquietude on the dull sky,

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The pall of a past world; and then again <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">With curses cast them down upon the dust, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And, terrified, did flutter on the ground, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">**And Thou Art Dead, as Young and Fair** <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">By George Gordon Byron

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And thou art dead, as young and fair <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">As aught of mortal birth; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And form so soft, and charms so rare, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Too soon return’d to Earth! <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Though Earth receiv’d them in her bed, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And o’er the spot the crowd may tread <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">In carelessness or mirth, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">There is an eye which could not brook

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">A moment on that grave to look.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">I will not ask where thou liest low, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Nor gaze upon the spot; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">There flowers or weeds at will may grow, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">So I behold them not: <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">It is enough for me to prove <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">That what I lov’d, and long must love, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Like common earth can rot; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">To me there needs no stone to tell, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">'T is Nothing that I lov’d so well.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Yet did I love thee to the last

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Who didst not change through all the past, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 90%; height: 255px; width: 167px;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Nor falsehood disavow: <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And, what were worse, thou canst not see <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Or wrong, or change, or fault in me. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The better days of life were ours; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The worst can be but mine: <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Shall never more be thine. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The silence of that dreamless sleep <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">I envy now too much to weep;

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Nor need I to repine <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">That all those charms have pass’d away, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">I might have watch’d through long decay. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The flower in ripen’d bloom unmatch’d <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Must fall the earliest prey; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Though by no hand untimely snatch’d,

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The leaves must drop away: <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And yet it were a greater grief <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">To watch it withering, leaf by leaf, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Than see it pluck’d to-day; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Since earthly eye but ill can bear <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">To trace the change to foul from fair.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">I know not if I could have borne <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">To see thy beauties fade; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The night that follow’d such a morn

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Had worn a deeper shade: <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Thy day without a cloud hath pass’d, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And thou wert lovely to the last, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Extinguish’d, not decay’d; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">As stars that shoot along the sky <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Shine brightest as they fall from high.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">As once I wept, if I could weep, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">My tears might well be shed, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">To think I was not near to keep <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">One vigil o’er thy bed; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">To gaze, how fondly! on thy face, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">To fold thee in a faint embrace, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Uphold thy drooping head; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And show that love, however vain, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Nor thou nor I can feel again.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Yet how much less it were to gain, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Though thou hast left me free, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The loveliest things that still remain, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Than thus remember thee! <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The all of thine that cannot die <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Through dark and dread Eternity <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Returns again to me, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And more thy buried love endears <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Than aught except its living years.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 110%;">__**Citations:**__


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<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">by George Gordon Byron
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">**Thank you for taking the time to learn** **<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;"> about the second greatest English poet in history!!!!!! **