I used to think all poets were Byronic Mad, bad and dangerous to know. And then I met a few. See Lamb 486:25.
What is it which is shadowed in the human? What spiritual intelligence still superior looks down into the soul of man in admiration of those qualities which are most assimilated to its own? Might not such possibly, in comparison while contemplating some finer specimen of humanity, a Milton or a Newton - prefer in a Byronic vein.