"Mad, bad, and dangerous
George Gordon Byron is an infamous figure of the 19th century English
Literature. Both his poetry and biography attest to the fashion of that great
Age of Romanticism.
1788: Born in Dover,
Kent, Great Britain.
1798:Inherited the English Barony of
Byron, thus becoming "Lord Byron”
1799: Was enrolled in the school of William Glennie, an Aberdonian in
1801: Was sent to Harrow.
1802: Produced his first poetry,
1809: Took his seat in the House of
1812: Two sections of "Childe Harold's
Pilgrimage” were published.
1815: Married to Anne Isabella Milbanke
at Seaham Hall, County
1816: Byron left England, Visited Saint Lazarus Island in Venice.
1817: His important book, "English
Grammar and Armenian” was published.
1819: Another book, "Armenian Grammar and
English” was published.
1821-22: Stayed at Pisa, finished Cantos 6–12 of his famous
work, "Don Juan”.
1823: Went to support the movement for
Greek independence from the Ottoman Empire
1824: Died due to violent fever.
The Byronic hero first appears in Byron's semi-autobiographical epic narrative poem "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" (1812–1818).
The Byronic hero typically exhibits several of the following traits:
- Cunning and able to adapt
- Disrespectful of rank and privilege
- Emotionally conflicted, bipolar, or moody
- Having a distaste for social institutions and norms
- Having a troubled past or suffering from an unnamed crime
- Intelligent and perceptive
- Jaded, world-weary
- Mysterious, magnetic and charismatic
- Seductive and attractive
- Self-critical and introspective
- Socially dominant
- Sophisticated and educated
- Struggling with integrity
- Treated as an exile, outcast, or outlaw
"So We'll Go No More A-Roving”
George Gordon, Lord Byron
So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.