George Gordon, Lord Byron, the youngest person ever to have a seat in the upper house of Britain's parliament, is probably one of my most favorite historical figures. He's a prolific writer, a Romanticist and, frankly said, bisexual.
He was a rebel since his early years, saved girls in sacks, had affairs with anything fuck-able. How can I not like him?
Okay, here's one of the poems he wrote:
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Nice, ne? The title is She Walks in Beauty. Grabe, nakaka-relate ako. Nyahahaha!
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