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One of Byron's most beloved poems, "She Walks in Beauty", explores the beauty of a woman who embodies both light and darkness. In this poem, Byron portrays love from afar, as he marvels at the grace and allure of the woman he admires. Through his vivid imagery and descriptive language, the poet delicately captures the essence of unrequited love:
George Gordon Byron was born on 22 January 1788, on Holles Street in London, England [1] – his birthplace is now supposedly occupied by a branch of the department store John Lewis . Byron was the only child of Captain John Byron (known as 'Jack') and his second wife, Catherine Gordon, heiress of the Gight estate in Aberdeenshire, Scotland.
A obra de Lord Byron se caracteriza pela presença de elementos autobiográficos. Byron foi um crítico, expressava-se de forma melancólica e era um pessimista romântico. Ainda estudante publicou o seu primeiro livro de poesias. Horas de Ócio, como se chamava, foi publicado em 1807 e alvo de muitas críticas. Anos depois, em 1811, os dois ...
The words of this verse largely speak for themselves, carrying the sorrowful theme of ‘When We Two Parted’ to its close by repeating the earlier theme of silence and tears. We learn that the lovers met in secret and so the narrator must grieve alone, feeling as though they have been forgotten and betrayed by their former lover.
The most flamboyant and notorious of the major English Romantic poets, George Gordon, Lord Byron, was likewise the most fashionable poet of the early 1800s. He created an immensely popular Romantic hero—defiant, melancholy, haunted by secret guilt—for which, to many, he seemed the model.
Lord Byron George Gordon Byron was an english and a scottish poet. Among Byron's best poetry works are the lengthy narrative poems Don Juan and Childe Harold's Pilgrimage and the short lyric She Walks in Beauty. Byron is regarded as one of the greatest british poets, and remains widely read and influential. Byron's magnum opus, Don Juan, a poem spanning 17 cantos, ranks as one of the most ...
Don Juan: Canto 11. Don Juan. : Canto 11. And yet who can believe it! I would shatter. And wear my head, denying that I wear it. World (be it what you will) that that's no schism. Of the Truth's rays, spoil not my draught of spirit! Heaven's brandy, though our brain can hardly bear it.
