Last year, read a biography of Byron, A Life in Ten Letters. Without them the book would be like any other. They fill it with him, at the moment, which changes, as does he.
Despite the poem, he more than managed to be a beloved ere he died.
Perhaps worth pointing out that a Spartan being carried on his shield would be a dead Spartan. By chance I just celebrated Byron this morning as having made the first recorded ascent of Lochnagar in Scotland, and writing a poem about it.
Last year, read a biography of Byron, A Life in Ten Letters. Without them the book would be like any other. They fill it with him, at the moment, which changes, as does he.
Despite the poem, he more than managed to be a beloved ere he died.
Perhaps worth pointing out that a Spartan being carried on his shield would be a dead Spartan. By chance I just celebrated Byron this morning as having made the first recorded ascent of Lochnagar in Scotland, and writing a poem about it.
Death is a freedom—the last and most complete.
This poem made me sigh with every line… thank you for this post. Such a short lived life - like a cinder cone volcano. He will never be forgotten.