“On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet.”

— George Gordon Byron , Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

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

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