George Gordon Byron, more known as Lord Byron, was born 1788 in London and died 1824 in Missolonghi, Greece. He's also known as one of the greatest poets, and yet, I hadn't read anything written by him before. Well, Byron may be admired and still popular 200 years later, but to me he's more like a sleeping drug. The language is old-fashioned, and sometimes quite pompous and bombastic, which make me fall asleep within 10 to 20 minutes. That's actually the main reason I didn't DNF the book, because the poems didn't give me much.
Some lines could have SOMETHING that made me pay a little more attention...
"And when the admiring circle mark
The paleness of thy face,
A half-formed tear, a transient spark
Of melancholy grace,"
... and then it continues into something almost undecipherable:
"Again thou'lt smile, and blushing shun
Some coxcomb's raillery;
Nor own for once thou thought'st on one,
Who ever thinks on thee."
Or, how about this one?
"Remember thee! remember thee!
Till Lethe quench life's burning stream
Remorse and Shame shall cling to thee,
And haunt thee like a feverish dream!
Remember thee! Aye, doubt it not.
Thy husband too shall think of thee:
By neither shalt thou be forgot,
Thou false to him, thou fiend to me!"
Sorry, but Lord Byron isn't gonna be remembered by me, other than as a rather boring sleeping pill.