August 14, 2008


Lord Byron is one of my favorite poets. Not sure why, I first heard of him in high school. I was so intrigued by him, that I researched and read all about his life, and not because I had to for school. Maybe the fact that he was so attractive or that he had a so called love relationship with Percy Shelly (another poet I also like), or that he was lame or his troubled relationship with is mother. It doesn't matter, it was all so romantic to me, and not in the chocolates and candy kinda way, but in a seducing kind (which for me does not in-tell chocolates,candy or expensive dinners). He did write Don Juan after all.
Here is one of his poems.


O, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have a rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

1 comment:

  1. story has it that he wrote "She Walks In Beauty Like The Night" on a napkin at a dinner party when a young girl walked in in a black dress with spangles.

    Legend also has it that when he saw Shelley's body washed up on the shores of Italy where he had drowned, that as they went to burn the body, Byron reached in and tore his heart out and put it in a box to bury.....

    ah, so sweet the deranged, unlovable, player esque, melancholy and byronic hero he was!