Lord Byron. A presentation by:. 1- Fatimah Al- Sobhi . 2- Alhanoof Merza. Who is Lord Byron?. George Gordon, Lord Byron, was the son of Captain John Byron, and Catherine Gordon of Gigot. He was born with a club-foot and became extreme sensitivity about his lameness.
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Lord Byron • A presentation by: • 1- Fatimah Al-Sobhi. • 2- AlhanoofMerza.
George Gordon, Lord Byron, was the son of Captain John Byron, and Catherine Gordon of Gigot. • He was born with a club-foot and became extreme sensitivity about his lameness. • His life did not become easier when he received painful treatments for his foot by a quack practitioner in 1799. • According to some sources, Byron was also seduced by the lord who rented his mansion before he inherited it.
At the age of 10, George inherited the title and estates of his great-uncle, the "wicked" Lord Byron. His mother proudly took him to England. The boy fell in love with the ghostly halls and spacious grounds of Newstead Abbey, which had been presented to the Byron family by the infamous King Henry VIII, and he and his mother lived in its ruins for a while. He was privately tutored in Nottingham and his clubfoot was doctored by a quack named Lavender. John Hanson, Mrs. Byron’s attorney, rescued him from the pernicious influence of May Gray, the tortures of Lavender, and the increasingly uneven temper of his mother. He took him to London, where a reputable doctor prescribed a special brace, and in the autumn of 1799 Hanson sent him to a school in Dulwich.
He was naturally a truthful man. his communications were not so free as they seemed. There was a string to the end of the kite. Byron was kindly and generous by nature., He took pleasure in helping necessitous authors, men and women because he knew what poverty meant, and a fellow-feeling made him kind. Even in Venice he set aside a fixed sum for charitable purposes. It was to his credit that neither libertinism nor disgrace nor remorse withered at its root this herb of grace. Cynical speeches with regard to friends and friendship, often quoted to his disadvantage, need not be taken too literally. Byron talked for effect, and in accordance with the whim of the moment. His acts do not correspond with his words. Byron rejected and repudiated both Protestant and Catholic orthodoxy, but like the Athenians he was "exceedingly religious" He could not, he did not wish to, detach himself from a belief in an Invisible Power. A fearful looking for of judgment haunted him to the last.
Byron went into residence at Trinity College, Cambridge did him no good. "The place is the devil," he said, and according to his own showing he did homage to the genius loci. But whatever he did or failed to do, he made friends who were worthy of his choice. Among them were the scholar-dandy Scrope Berdmore Davies, Francis Hodgson, John Cam Hobhouse . And there was another friend, a chorister named Edleston,
Byron’s Works And Thou art Dead, as Young and Fair Darkness The Destruction of Sennacherib The Eve of Waterloo On this Day I Complete my Thirty-Sixth Year Prometheus She walks in Beauty There be None of Beauty's Daughters We'll go no more a-roving When we Two parted
She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellowed to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impaired the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tress,Or softly lightens o'er her face;Where thoughts serenely sweet expressHow pure, how dear their dwelling place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,The smiles that win, the tints that glow,But tell of days in goodness spent,A mind at peace with all below,A heart whose love is innocent!
The Main idea: Of course it's obvious that this poem is somewhat of a love poem, expressing how beautiful this woman is that Lord Byron is looking at. She combines opposites (or extremes) in perfect proportions in her looks and in her personality. Whether it is a true declaration of love or a statement of admiration (of her beauty) is left to the reader, since it's known that this poem was about his cousin, Mrs. Wilmot, whom he met at a party in a mourning dress of spangled black.