Who is George Gordon Byron

George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron (Greek: Λόρδος Βύρων, romanized: Lórdos Výron; 22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824), simply known as Lord Byron, was an English poet and peer. One of the leading figures of the Romantic movement, Byron is regarded as one of the greatest English poets. He 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 Indepen...
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Quotableque: "sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most must mourn the deepest. -george gordon byron
Quotableque: "if i am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and i envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom. -george gordon byron
Quotableque: "i must be myself. i cannot break myself any longer for you, or you. if you can love me for what i am, we shall be the happier. -george gordon byron
Quotableque: "in solitude, where we are least alone. -george gordon byron
Quotableque: "we are all fools in love. -george gordon byron
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Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
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Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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