“I awoke one morning and found myself famous.”

Memorandum reference to the instantaneous success of Childe Harold and quoted in Letters and Journals of Lord Byron by Thomas Moore (1830), chapter 14.

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English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement 1788–1824

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