George Gordon Noel Byron
George Gordon Noel Byron 's Bio
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Born:31.01.2014
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Death:31.01.2014
Maxioms by George Gordon Noel Byron
Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things read more
Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,
Than thus remember thee.
I love the language, that soft bastard Latin,
Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
I love the language, that soft bastard Latin,
Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
Think not I am what I appear.
Think not I am what I appear.
Herself the solitary scion left
Of a time-honour'd race.
Herself the solitary scion left
Of a time-honour'd race.
