I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day
— DARKNESS by LORD BYRON.

On April 19, 1824, in the town of Missolonghi, on the west coast of Greece, under a sky dark and full of the roar of a thunderstorm, suffering a violent fever, and the fatal treatments of his doctors — leeches to his temples, enemas, blisterings and prodigious bloodletting — at a quarter past six in the evening, Lord Byron opens and shuts his eyes one last time, and dies.

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