“A light broke in upon my brain, —
It was the carol of a bird;
It ceased, and then it came again,
The sweetest song ear ever heard.”

—  George Gordon Byron, The Prisoner of Chillon

The Prisoner of Chillon, st. 10.

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

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