Lord Byron wrote his last poem on this day

On this day (22 January) in 1824, Byron wrote “On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year,” his last poem. He had arrived at Missolonghi three weeks earlier, taking command of his “army of liberation” which would free Greece from the Turks. But he died of fever on 19 April, after railing against incompetent doctors who literally bled him to death.

On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year

‘Tis time the heart should be unmoved,
Since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet, though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!

My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!

The fire that on my bosom preys
Is lone as some volcanic isle;
No torch is kindled at its blaze–
A funeral pile.

The hope, the fear, the jealous care,
The exalted portion of the pain
And power of love, I cannot share,
But wear the chain.

But ’tis not thus–and ’tis not here–
Such thoughts should shake my soul nor now,
Where glory decks the hero’s bier,
Or binds his brow.

The sword, the banner, and the field,
Glory and Greece, around me see!
The Spartan, borne upon his shield,
Was not more free.

Awake! (not Greece–she is awake!)
Awake, my spirit! Think through whom
Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake,
And then strike home!

Tread those reviving passions down,
Unworthy manhood!–unto thee
Indifferent should the smile or frown
Of beauty be.

If thou regrett’st thy youth, why live?
The land of honourable death
Is here:–up to the field, and give
Away thy breath!

Seek out–less often sought than found–
A soldier’s grave, for thee the best;
Then look around, and choose thy ground,
And take thy rest.

How long have I stood by your side? Matheu’s demeanor began to soften but he stayed silent. When the man didn’t answer, Harley continued. What? Forty years now? Four full decades?

Forty-one, Mat corrected him. Again he sighed, remembering what they’d been through together in that time. Unlike the others on the team, the two of them knew each other well before being forced to become one of Lord Fiore’s watchdogs. It was five in life & thirty-six that we’ve been… here. 

And after everything I’ve put up with, you don’t think I would’ve traded you in by now if I were going to? Harley teased, a small smile returning to his face, lighting up his boyish features. I should honestly take great offense that we are even having this discussion. 

Did you know the commander has taken a mate? Matheu mused, remembering what Nate had told him about how Otto came to join him in his cell, becoming his own personal chew toy.

Harley nodded. Yeah, I heard him saying something to Keys’ snack boy that his husband now belonged to him. He raised his brow curiously, again wondering what his companion was thinking that would make him act the way that he was tonight. Sudden subject change? What’s going on, Mat?

I don’t know. It just has me thinking I guess, he replied softly, combing his fingers through his long hair. Harley watched as it fell again into the man’s beautiful face the way that it always did. He knew it was more of a nervous habit than a means to rid himself of the unruly strands. 

About marriage? Harley pressed, trying not to seem eager to hear the man’s answer. They’d been lovers in life yet despite how their relationship grew, Matheu had been the one to shy away from commitment. It seemed odd to him to see the subject eliciting any sort of response from the man.

If we could… If you got the choice… he stammered.

so in Your Obedient Servant alex provides a list of ‘thirty years of itemized disagreements (sweet jesus)’ does that mean he wrote down every time him and burr argued?


wed. 23rd of july, in the year of our lord 1783: burr said my hair looked dumb today and i rightly told him his face looks dumb. argument won. #hammieout

Do u think Han’s okay in the netherworld like do u think Padme hugs him do u think he and Anakin talk about how much they love the twins do u think they geek out about spaceships together like its been thirty years I’m sure Han’s put the “froze you in carbonite and sold you to a drug lord” thing behind him??

I just hope Han’s havin’ a swell time up there with his in-laws u feel


Thirty years ago today, September 1, 1985, a joint expedition of American and French oceanographers discovers the wreck of the RMS Titanic in approximately 12,500 feet of water at 41.7325° N, 49.9469° W - roughly 375 miles southeast of the coast of Newfoundland.

The search - being undertaken by a towed camera sled called ‘ARGO’ - discovered an anomalous object shortly before two in the morning local time. Upon rewinding the camera footage, the object was identified as debris from a shipwreck. The expedition leader, Dr. Robert D. Ballard, was called to the control room from his sleep.

Opening a nearby copy of Walter Lord’s “A Night to Remember,” Ballard identified the object by a photograph of boilers awaiting installation on RMS Titanic in Belfast.

The next day - September 2 - Ballard and his expedition located the main hull of the Titanic, and photographed the ship for the first time since it had left Ireland.

After being lost for 73 years, some solid part of the Titanic had at last been discovered.