eorge Gordon’s AKA Lord Byron‘s birthday was today! Happy birthday, Lord Byron!
Thank God for the internet, because this is what I found today:
Ahh, Byron. Is there anyone else more romantic than Byron? No really, I’m asking, because I don’t know much about Romantic poets, and I’d love to learn more.
Byron was kind of a rockstar in the 19th century. He died kind of poorly from complications due to blood-letting and other quacky medical ideas. That’s why I strongly disapprove of blood-letting. If you’re gonna try and take my blood, there’s gonna be a fight waitin’ for you!
(Clearly the second cup of coffee I’ve had today is beginning to take effect.)
Before I get any sillier, here’s today’s poem, in honour of Lord B’s birthday. I’m sure he’s rocking the ascot and smoking jacket look up in heaven with other classy Romantic poets.
She Walks in Beauty
(Honestly, who wouldn’t swoon if someone started reciting you a poem that started with this line?)