“Where is he, the champion and the child
Of all that's great or little, wise or wild”

— George Gordon Byron

St. 3.
The Age of Bronze (1823)
Context: Where is he, the champion and the child
Of all that's great or little, wise or wild;
Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones;
Whose table earth — whose dice were human bones?

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

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