"The only virtue they honor in England is hypocrisy."-lord byron
George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron, later George Gordon Noel, 6th Baron Byron, FRS (22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824)
early defender of Armenia ( he knew the language)and Greece from the rapacious clutches of the ottoman turks. early defender of a country's rights to it's cultural heritage- he protested the removal of the ' elgin marbles' from greece. he fled england to be free from it's destructive slave driven christian based faux morality.
bisexual sufi pagan heathen poet bringer of dark beauty- happy birthday.
buried in part against his wishes in england at the Church of Mary Magdalen, hucknell, nottingham, because westminster abbey refused his remains, the body of one of england's greatest poets, on 'moral grounds'. his daughter, Augusta Ada King, Countess of Lovelace , born Augusta Ada Byron, a visionary, wrote the first computer algorithm, really the first computer program. our country's defense rested a long time on a computer language named after her, Ada.
"I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned. "- lord byron.
"had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came, and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires...
Happy were those which dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanoes, and their mountain-torch;...
The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirred within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they dropped
They slept on the abyss without a surge—
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The Moon, their mistress, had expired before;
The winds were withered in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perished! Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe!"- Darkness.