Lord Byron on Life
1788–1824 England
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She was his life,
The ocean to the river of his thoughts,
Which terminated all.
The Dream (1816)
Did man compute
Existence by enjoyment, and count o'er
Such hours 'gainst years of life, say, would he name threescore?
All is concentred in a life intense,
Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost,
But hath a part of being.
Our life is two-fold; sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence.
His wretchedness, and his resistance,
And his sad unallied existence:
To which his spirit may oppose
Itself—and equal to all woes.
The dust we tread upon was once alive.
Sardanapalus (1821)
Through life's road, so dim and dirty,
I have dragged to three and thirty;
What have these years left to me?
Nothing, except thirty-three.