Lord George Gordon Byron Poems on Home (15 Poems)

The Island: Canto II. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)

I.How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai,When Summer’s Sun went down the coral bay!Come, let us to the islet’s softest shade,And hear the warbling birds I the damsels said:The wood-dove from the forest depth shall coo,Like voices of the Gods … Continue reading →

The Island: Canto IV. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)

I.White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon ‘s clouded and half free,Fluttering between the dun wave and the sky,Is Hope’s last gleam in Man’s extremity.Her anchor parts; but still her snowy sailAttracts our eye amidst … Continue reading →

The Island: Canto I. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)

I.The morning watch was come; the vessel layHer course, and gently made her liquid way;The cloven billow flashed from off her prowIn furrows formed by that majestic plough;The waters with their world were all before;Behind, the South Sea’s many an … Continue reading →

The Island: Canto III. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)

I.The fight was o’er; the flashing through the gloom,Which robes the cannon as he wings a tomb,Had ceased; and sulphury vapours upward drivenHad left the Earth, and but polluted Heaven:The rattling roar which rung in every volleyHad left the echoes … Continue reading →

Elegy On Newstead Abbey (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)

‘It is the voice of years that are gone!they roll before me with all their deeds.’~OSSIAN Newstead! fast-falling, once-resplendent dome! Religion’s shrine! repentant HENRY’s pride!Of warriors, monks, and dames the cloister’d tomb, Whose pensive shades around thy ruins glide,Hail to thy pile! … Continue reading →

Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)

‘Expends Annibalem:–quot libras in duce summoInvenies?~JUVENAL., Sat. X. I.Tis done–but yesterday a King! And arm’d with Kings to strive–And now thou art a nameless thing: So abject–yet alive!Is this the man of thousand thrones,Who strew’d our earth with hostile bones, And can he … Continue reading →

The Adieu (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)

Written Under The Impression That The Author Would Soon Die. Adieu, thou Hill! where early joy Spread roses o’er my brow;Where Science seeks each loitering boy With knowledge to endow.Adieu, my youthful friends or foes,Partners of former bliss or woes; No more through … Continue reading →

The Devil’s Drive: An Unfinished Rhapsody (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)

The Devil return’d to hell by two, And he stay’d at home till five;When he dined on some homicides done in rago (Lord George Gordon Byron)

Address, Spoken At The Opening Of Drury-Lane Theatre. Saturday, October 10, 1812 (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)

In one dread night our city saw, and sigh’d,Bow’d to the dust, the Drama’s tower of prideIn one short hour beheld the blazing fane,Apollo sink, and Shakspeare cease to reign. Ye who beheld, (oh! sight admired and mourn’d,Whose radiance mock’d … Continue reading →

Stanzas To A Lady, On Leaving England (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)

‘Tis done — and shivering in the galeThe bark unfurls her snowy sail;And whistling o’er the bending mast,Loud sings on high the fresh’ning blast;And I must from this land be gone,Because I cannot love but one. But could I be … Continue reading →