A young man entered the ball
All the ladies left, stepping into the hall
The new guest was handsome, dark and tall
To be seen with him would cause scandal, indeed
Isn’t it Byronic, don’t you think?

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Mad, bad, and dangerous to know
Tormented, agonized hero
Yet everyone wants him as their beau
Defying expectations

He walks in beauty, like the night
On a precipice, in the sublime light
With a lover, bound to excite
And as he sat cliffside he thought
“It’s here that I’ll write.”
Isn’t it Byronic, don’t you think?

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There’s Manfred, Childe Harold, and of course, Don Juan
Highly emotional, arrogant, and traumatized
All these characters are suave but then they blow up
In your face

People of the time knew he was great
And—no shocker—he’s still prevalent today
From Rochester, Heathcliff, to Asdrubal’s fiery wife
All brooding, dark imitations
Inspired by George Gordon’s prototype
And isn’t it Byronic, don’t you think?
Extremely Byronic, and yeah I certainly think

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Well, all the women and men are in love—they admire
And want to be a Romantic hero like him
Hero like him.