/lit/ - Literature

>tfw even Romantic specialists at my prestigious university roundly ignore Lord Byron
>tfw people don't pronounce Don Juan (in)correctly
>tfw no good discussion of Beppo ever

People who don't like Byron wouldn't like Shakespeare either if he wasn't spoon fed to them.

Can't we just have another cycle of Romanticism? We've had plenty of classicism since High Modernism.

>>4769748

What's that now?

The Giaour

>>3443473
Dressed as Lord Byron, bitches love Lord Byron.

>>3153573
I didn't know that existed. Source please? You've made my life.

A girl I like posted "What is romance?" as her facebook status. Does anybody know a good bit of poetry that I can post as a response?

Dear /lit/,

I'd like to write a romantic epic, what form of poetry do I go about using? Is there any due form or may I choose from any forms available?

XXIV from Canto III of The Corsair, by Lord Byron:


'Tis morn -- to venture on his lonely hour
Few dare -- though now Anselmo sought his tower.
He was not there -- nor seen along the shore;
Ere night, alarm'd, their isle is traversed o'er:
Another morn -- another bids them seek,
And shout his name till echo waxeth weak;
Mount -- grotto -- cavern -- valley search'd in vain,
They found on shore a sea-boat's broken chain --
Their hope revives -- they follow o'er the main.
'Tis idle all -- moons roll on moons away,
And Conrad comes not -- came not since that day --
Nor trace, nor tidings of his room declare
Where lives his grief, or perish'd his despair!
Long mourn'd his band whom none could mourn beside;
And fair the monument they gave his bride:
For him they raise not the recording stone --
His death yet dubious, deeds to widely known;
He left a Corsair's name to other times,
Link'd with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.

ITT: Silly hats.

You now realize that George Gordon, Lord Byron was the Lady Gaga of the early nineteenth century.

I would to heaven that I were so much clay,
As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling -
Because at least the past were passed away -
And for the future - (but I write this reeling,
Having got drunk exceedingly today,
So that I seem to stand upon the ceiling)
I say - the future is a serious matter -
And so - for God's sake - hock and soda water!