1823, pertaining to, characteristic of, or resembling British poet George Gordon, 6th Baron Byron (1788-1824) or his poetry.

Perfect she was, but as perfection is

  Insipid in this naughty world of ours,

Where our first parents never learn'd to kiss

  Till they were exiled from their earlier bowers,

Where all was peace, and innocence, and bliss

  (I wonder how they got through the twelve hours),

Don Jose like a lineal son of Eve,

  Went plucking various fruit without her leave.

[from "Don Juan"]