I officially hate essays. My brain is dripping out my ears and congealing in pools on the floor. So far, after angsting, two bottles of Coke and chainsmoking myself into oblivion, I have the following...
So, We’ll Go No More A Roving was included in a letter to Thomas Moore on February 28 1871. Byron had been staying in Venice and wrote So, we’ll go no more a roving after the Carnival as a meditation on the realisation that age was catching up on him. Although he was 29 at the time, his life-style had aged him prematurely and he felt EMO about it... that is all.
*predicts academic success is only around the corner*