"The mind,the spirit, the Promethean spark,
The lightning of my being is as bright,
Pervading and far darting as your own,
And shall not yield to yours,though cooped in clay!
Answer, or I will teach what I am."
— Lord Byron- (Manfred)
(Source: riseofworlds, via byronofrochdale)
"I was fourteen when I heard of his death. It seemed an awful calamity; I remember I rushed out of doors, sat down by myself, shouted aloud, and wrote on the sandstone: “Byron is dead!”"
Lord Tennyson on Byron’s death.
runecestershire: Is it bad that he reminds me quite a bit of you, here?
"Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo."
— Juno (Aeneid)
(Source: mysoteriophobia, via byronofrochdale)