For there was soft remembrance, and sweet trust
In one fond breast, to which his own would melt,
And in its tenderer hour on that his bosom dwelt. - Lord Byron
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For there was soft remembrance, and sweet trust In one fond breast, to which his own would melt, And in its tenderer hour on that his bosom dwelt.
George Gordon (Noel) Byron, 6th Baron Byron (January 22 1788 – April 19 1824), generally known as Lord Byron, was an English poet and leading figure in Romanticism. He was the father of the mathematician Ada Lovelace.
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Birth Name:
George Gordon Byron
Alternative Names:
George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron
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Noel Byron
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George Gordon Byron Lord
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George Gordon Byron, 6th Lord Byron
So, 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.
Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!
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