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1788–1824 England

George Gordon (Noel) Byron, 6th Baron Byron (January 22 1788 – April 19 1824), generally known as Lord Byron, was an English poet and leading figure in Romanticism. He was the father of the mathematician Ada Lovelace.

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Wives in their husband's absences grow subtler,
And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.

Don Juan (1824)

What want these outlaws conquerors should have
But History's purchased page to call them great?

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.

As winds come whispering lightly from the West,
Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.

"Yet doth he live!" exclaims th' impatient heir,
And sighs for sables which he must not wear.

But owned that smile, if oft observed and near,
Waned in its mirth, and wither'd to a sneer.

Still I can’t contradict, what so oft has been said,
'Though women are angels, yet wedlock's the devil.'

To Eliza (1806)

Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease!
He makes a solitude, and calls it — peace!

The Bride of Abydos (1813)

'Twas blow for blow, disputing inch by inch,
For one would not retreat, nor t'other flinch.

That each pull'd different ways with many an oath,
"Arcades ambo," id est—blackguards both.

A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded,
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

And one by one in turn, some grand mistake
Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake.

Kill a man's family, and he may brook it,
But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.

Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast,
Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs.

But O ye lords of ladies intellectual,
Inform us truly, have they not henpecked you all?

For talk six times with the same single lady,
And you may get the wedding dresses ready.

For through the South the custom still commands
The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.

Our life is two-fold; sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence.

And to his eye
There was but one beloved face on earth,
And that was shining on him.

The Dream (1816)

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