George Gordon Byron

(22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824 / London, England)

The Conquest - Poem by George Gordon Byron

The Son of Love and Lord of War I sing;
Him who bade England bow to Normandy
And left the name of conqueror more than king
To his unconquerable dynasty.
Not fann'd alone by Victory's fleeting wing,
He rear'd his bold and brilliant throne on high:
The Bastard kept, like lions, his prey fast,
And Britain's bravest victor was the last.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 24, 2010

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