To M (Lord Byron Poem)
Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire, With bright, but mild affection shine: Though they might kindle less desire, Love, ...
Lord Byron Poems on Fairness (16 Poems)
And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft, and charms so ...
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 ...
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 ...
Stanzas Composed During A Thunderstorm (Lord Byron Poem)
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of ...
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 ...
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 ...
Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not (Lord Byron Poem)
Remind me not, remind me not, Of those beloved, those vanish'd hours, When all my soul was given to thee; ...
To Romance (Lord Byron Poem)
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious Queen of childish joys, Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of ...
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 ...
To Thyrza: And Thou Art Dead (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
Epistle To Augusta (Lord Byron Poem)
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
Written After Swimming From Sestos To Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
If, in the month of dark December, Leander, who was nightly wont (What maid will not the tale remember?) To ...
The Dream (Lord Byron Poem)
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...