Poetry of Lord Byron

George Gordon Lord Byron
born 1788, died 1824

Crabbe

(from "english bards and scotch reviewers")

There be, who say, in these enlighten'd days,
That splendid lies are all the poet's praise;
That strain'd invention, ever on the wing,
Alone impels the modern bard to sing:
'Tis true, that all who rhyme - nay, all who write,
Shrink from that fatal word of genius - trite;
Yet Truth sometimes will lend her noblest fires,
And decorate the verse herself inspires:
This fact in Virtue's name let Crabbe attest;
Though nature's sternest painter, yet the best.

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