Byron was a very bad man and a very great poet...best known for his great, biting comic narrative poem, Don Juan (pronounced Joo-an), although there are some other lovely lyric pieces, like this one:

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

But it's actually Byron the comic narrative poet who's drawn me most recently, because Ive been working on something along the same lines.