WHEN Sir Walter Scott ceased to write Metrical Romances, he said it was because Byron
had beaten him.
. I've known people who knew Lord Byron
," she said.
People said that he resembled Byron--at least that his head was Byronic; but he was a bearded, tranquil Byron
, who might live on a thousand years without growing old.
I had always had a deep and reverent compassion for the sufferings of the "prisoner of Chillon," whose story Byron
had told in such moving verse; so I took the steamer and made pilgrimage to the dungeons of the Castle of Chillon, to see the place where poor Bonnivard endured his dreary captivity three hundred years ago.
Another was a well-dressed young man, who carried an opera glass set in gold, and seemed to be making a quotation from some of Byron
's rhapsodies on mountain scenery.
"Yes, I feel like Byron
's `Childe Harold' -- only it isn't really my `native shore' that I'm watching," said Anne, winking her gray eyes vigorously.
In this church, also, is a monument to the doge Foscari, whose name a once resident of Venice, Lord Byron
, has made permanently famous.
Shelley was once a private person whose name had no more universal meaning than my own, and so were Byron
and Cromwell and Shakespeare; yet now their names are facts as stubborn as the Rocky Mountains, or the National Gallery, or the circulation of the blood.
For the matter of that he wanted me to read Cowper, from whom no one could get anything but good, and he wanted me to read Byron
, from whom I could then have got no harm; we get harm from the evil we understand.
Their conversation the preceding evening did not disincline him to seek her again; and they walked together some time, talking as before of Mr Scott and Lord Byron
, and still as unable as before, and as unable as any other two readers, to think exactly alike of the merits of either, till something occasioned an almost general change amongst their party, and instead of Captain Benwick, she had Captain Harville by her side.
I have seen so many remarkable things in him, that if you would have me really say what I think, I shall reply that I really do look upon him as one of Byron
's heroes, whom misery has marked with a fatal brand; some Manfred, some Lara, some Werner, one of those wrecks, as it were, of some ancient family, who, disinherited of their patrimony, have achieved one by the force of their adventurous genius, which has placed them above the laws of society."
or if Byron
's family had confided, to you only, the evil adventures of their race?