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	<title>Dream The End &#187; Lord Byron</title>
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		<title>Lord Byron &#8211; Bio</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of the best known Romantics, George Gordon Noel Byron was born on January 22, 1788. He inherited his family&#8217;s English title at the age of ten, becoming Baron Byron of Rochdale. He studied at Aberdeen Grammar School and then Trinity College in Cambridge. By his twentieth birthday, Byron was in debt and receiving mixed [...]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: left;">One of the best known Romantics, George Gordon Noel Byron was born on January 22, 1788. He inherited his family&#8217;s English title at the age of ten, becoming Baron Byron of Rochdale. He studied at Aberdeen Grammar School and then Trinity College in Cambridge. By his twentieth birthday, Byron was in debt and receiving mixed responses to his work. He set off on a tour of the Mediterranean with a friend, returning to England in 1811. The first two cantos of &#8220;Childe Harold&#8217;s Pilgrimage&#8221; were published in March 1812 and sold out in three days. He was especially popular among the intellectual upper class. Byron&#8217;s personal life was quite scandalous. He married and divorced his wife, Anne Isabella Milbanke, who accused him of incest and sodomy. He had multiple love affairs, and in 1816 Byron fled England to escape scandal and settled in Italy and Greece. He passed away on April 19, 1824, at the age of 36, leaving one of his greatest poems, Don Juan, unfinished.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/lord-byron" target="_blank">poetryfoundation.org/bio/lord-byron</a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Lord Byron is featured in <a href="https://dreamtheend.com/#/?cat=813&amp;rand=52">Edition: Love + Sex baby</a></p>
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		<title>She Walks in Beauty</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[A heart whose love is innocent!]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I.</p>
<p>She walks in beauty, like the night <br />Of cloudless climes and starry skies; <br />And all that’s best of dark and bright <br />Meet in her aspect and her eyes: <br />Thus mellowed to that tender light <br />Which heaven to gaudy day denies.</p>
<p>II.</p>
<p>One shade the more, one ray the less, <br />Had half impaired the nameless grace <br />Which waves in every raven tress, <br />Or softly lightens o’er her face; <br />Where thoughts serenely sweet express <br />How pure, how dear their dwelling place.</p>
<p>III.</p>
<p>And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, <br /> So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,<br /> The smiles that win, the tints that glow, <br /> But tell of days in goodness spent,<br /> A mind at peace with all below, <br /> A heart whose love is innocent!</p>
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