“No, I'm not Byron, it's my role To be an undiscovered wonder, Like him, a persecuted wand'rer, But furnished with a Russian soul. I started sooner, sooner ending, My mind will never reach so high; Within my soul, beyond the mending, My shattered aspirations lie: Dark ocean answer me, can any Plumb all your depth with skillful trawl? Who will explain me to the many? I... perhaps God? No one at all?” ByronLermontovMikhail LermontovByronic Hero Author:Mikhail Lermontov
“Nay, what is human love?—a stirring Of youthful blood to quicker flow, But love grows chiller, as recurring Days, years and decades, come and go.” LovePoetryDemonMikhailThe Hero Of AgesLermontovMikhail LermontovThe Demon Book:Demon Source: Demon