Lord Byron, A Life Full Of Passions

For many, Lord Byron is a famous poet. But besides that, George Gordon Byron was a disconcerting character: extravagant, interesting, and also a very advanced man for his times.

Lord Byron was born in London, on January 22, 1788. He belonged to an important aristocratic English family. His father died when he was just 3 years old. He was a captain, and his mother was his second wife, Catherine Gordon of Gigh, a very temperamental woman.

When George Gordon Byron was ten, he inherited a fortune, and also debts, from his great-uncle, in addition to the title of Baron Byron.

George was born with a deformity in a foot. Many said that he'll never be able to walk. But his tenacity pushed him to fight against this problem. It was said that he learned to run before to walk.
He suffered many jokes for this deformity, and also needed the special cares of his nurse: Mary Gray, with whom, very early, he was initiated into sexuality.

If Lord Byron inherited something from his father, it was the taste for women, the promiscuity, and the liking for love affairs.
During all his life, Lord Byron had a love/hate relationship with his mother. Catherine was devastated by the early loss of her husband, and the former infidelities of him. She called her son "the little devil", and he called his mother "the old woman" or "the widow".
Although Lord Byron always said that his mother was the only person that truly understood him.

For all his life, he was very fond to reading. His favorite book was "One Thousand And One Nights". His first poems were born from his first disappointments in his love life.

When he was 18 years old, he published his first poems book. This first book was very criticized. The answer to this critics was a satyric work, and this was his first success.

His stance at the College was full of scandal. In Cambridge, George Gordon Byron stood out as brilliant student as well as for his extravagances, his excesses, and his bisexual encounters. During this time, he also established important friendships, and very positive contacts.

He also learned boxing and fencing, where he reached a high level. Without money, he returned to the house of his mother, where he spent all day and night writing.

For a time, he was attracted to politics, and managed to have a seat in the House Of Lords, but he left it and went to travel. He traveled through Greece, Spain, Portugal, Malta... these travels inspired him in his works.

When he was in Turkey, he tried to discover Troy. And during this time, he had many love relationships, both with men as with women.

The published poems got the approval of the public. Lord Byron was a poet that offered a vision beyond the rules. He offered an exaltation of the senses and an infinite nostalgia.

He married with Anna Isabella Mibarke. His marriage lasted for a year, and they had a daughter called Augusta Ada. As a curiosity, Augusta Ada is considered the first programmer of History, as she wrote the first sentences for a computer that Charles Babbage tried to build. Babbage and Ada had a great friendship.

When the mother of Lord Byron died, he suffered a big depression. Death obsessed him, and searched for shelter in his half-sister Augusta Leigh. He was accused of incest for this.

He abandoned England and continued traveling through Europe, leaving many love and scandal stories behind him.

In his travels, Byron met great personalities of his times. An anecdote is that during a meeting with friends, they decided to write a series of terror stories. One of those friends was Mary Shelley, that wrote the popular Frankenstein.
He also met Goethe, whom he defined as the first talent of his century.

Some time later, politics seduced him again. In 1824, and when he was only 36 years old, Lord Byron died. It was in the fight for independence of Greece against the Turkish. Byron caught a fever and that was what put an end to his life, a life full of emotions and searches.

-Emma Alvarez-

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Greeneyezz said...

I have this on my blog.
It's my favorite from him:

The Tear

When Friendship or Love
Our sympathies move;
When Truth, in a glance, should appear,
The lips may beguile,
With a dimple or smile,
But the test of affection's a Tear:

Too oft is a smile
But the hypocrite's wile,
To mask detestation, or fear;
Give me the soft sigh,
Whilst the soultelling eye
Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear:

Mild Charity's glow,
To us mortals below,
Shows the soul from barbarity clear;
Compassion will melt,
Where this virtue is felt,
And its dew is diffused in a Tear:

The man, doom'd to sail
With the blast of the gale,
Through billows Atlantic to steer,
As he bends o'er the wave
Which may soon be his grave,
The green sparkles bright with a Tear;

The Soldier braves death
For a fanciful wreath
In Glory's romantic career;
But he raises the foe
When in battle laid low,
And bathes every wound with a Tear.

If, with high-bounding pride,
He return to his bride!
Renouncing the gore-crimson'd spear;
All his toils are repaid
When, embracing the maid,
From her eyelid he kisses the Tear.

Sweet scene of my youth!
Seat of Friendship and Truth,
Where Love chas'd each fast-fleeting year
Loth to leave thee, I mourn'd,
For a last look I turn'd,
But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear:

Though my vows I can pour,
To my Mary no more,
My Mary, to Love once so dear,
In the shade of her bow'r,
I remember the hour,
She rewarded those vows with a Tear.

By another possest,
May she live ever blest!
Her name still my heart must revere:
With a sigh I resign,
What I once thought was mine,
And forgive her deceit with a Tear.

Ye friends of my heart,
Ere from you I depart,
This hope to my breast is most near:
If again we shall meet,
In this rural retreat,
May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.

When my soul wings her flight
To the regions of night,
And my corse shall recline on its bier;
As ye pass by the tomb,
Where my ashes consume,
Oh! moisten their dust with a Tear.

~George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron

Good stuff Emma,


Emma Alvarez said...

Thank you Greeneyezz for this awesome poem of Lord Byron :)

José said...


One of his favourite places was Sintra, here in Portugal.
He spent some time there.

Kind regards,


Emma Alvarez said...

One of the places of Portugal that I would like to visit is Madeira. That awesome island of Portugal that has my favorite wine: Madeira wine or as many called it liquor of Gods.

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