9 facts you definitely didn’t learn about Byron in school

Celebrated as one of the best poet of the English Romantic Era, George Gordon Byron and his infamous poetry continue to be appreciated all over the Sphere even today. However, apart from all the fame and glory what has endured so long in world history is his name associated with heartbreaks, seduction and even taboo…

To His Son

He was so proud of his growing sonClimbing the stairs of life with grit, And by thrashing the trammels of onerous runMoving ahead through cold and heat.“Dearest son, my valorous sword”,Stated the ardent heart of Dad,“Remember for aye my arduous wordsTo live a life with risen head.For life is a strenuous boundless test,The one where…

For My Valentine

For her this note whose tender heartShimmers like moon in the emerald sea,And longs whose soul, whose silken partsFor aye to blend and merge with me.For her who rules over my dreams,My joys, my pains, my obscure fears,And soothes whose touch like silver beamsMy anguished heart with ceaseless tears.For her who like an elegant budUnfurls…

Dreams

At times when in my life I fallWith frail and splintered wings,And the spectral night from stillness callsMy solitary heart that sings;With grief and pain when days I spendUnder dull and dreary skies,And one by one each sweet song endsWith nightmares in my eyes,Like a warbling Thrush in a summary morn,Sweet dreams sing with zest;And…

Amore Immortale

See, I may write a thousand rhymesWith my lyrical tranquil art,And weave thy name on threads of timeTo melt thy ardent heart. To please thy tender heart my dear,I may sing a thousand songs,That soothe for aye each trembling tearAnd heal the antique wrongs. But neither the lines nor melodic graceOf saccharine songs in tune,Can…

You Will Never See Me Cry

You may see me weaving wreaths of flowersWith threads of whetted thorns,And find me struggling hour to hourAfar from all my morns…. You may see me sowing seeds of gleeIn vile clouds of sky,But still amidst all obscurities,You won’t see me cry…. They say that life’s a spectral dreamAnd death the endmost gate,But though I’m…

Since I Have Seen Thy Grace

Since I have seen thy grace O arresting flower,Thy scent that lulls the nerves like flute;And fills my heart with zillion showersOf bliss and joys I can’t refute,I search not joys in this maniac Sphere,Those man-made flowers of faulty smiles;And lasting sorrows of pains and tearsI often bury with silken whiles. Since I have felt…