Lachin Y Gair (Lord Byron Poem)
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses! In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me to the ...
Lord Byron Poems on Death & Dying (18 Poems)
Song of Saul Before His Last Battle (Lord Byron Poem)
Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord, Heed not ...
Thou Whose Spell Can Raise the Dead (Lord Byron Poem)
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. "Samuel, raise thy buried head! "King, behold the ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
The Siege of Corinth (Lord Byron Poem)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Thy Days Are Done (Lord Byron Poem)
Thy days are done, thy fame begun; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son, The slaughter of ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Saul (Lord Byron Poem)
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. 'Samuel, raise thy buried head! King, behold the ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Ode to Napoleon Bonaparte (Lord Byron Poem)
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Euthanasia (Lord Byron Poem)
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion! may thy languid wing ...
Stanzas To Augusta (Lord Byron Poem)
When all around grew drear and dark, And reason half withheld her ray- And hope but shed a dying spark ...
On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year (Lord Byron Poem)
Missolonghi, Jan. 22, 1824 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though ...
Darkness (Lord Byron Poem)
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
The Destruction Of Sennacherib (Lord Byron Poem)
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And ...