Siege and Conquest of Alhama, The (Lord Byron Poem)
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
Lord Byron Poems on Sadness (28 Poems)
Stanzas To A Lady, On Leaving England (Lord Byron Poem)
'Tis done---and shivering in the gale The bark unfurls her snowy sail; And whistling o'er the bending mast, Loud sings ...
To Mary, On Receiving Her Picture (Lord Byron Poem)
This faint resemblance of thy charms, (Though strong as mortal art could give,) My constant heart of fear disarms, Revives ...
Sonnet – to Genevra (Lord Byron Poem)
Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe, And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush Its ...
The Siege and Conquest of Alhama (Lord Byron Poem)
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
I Would I Were a Careless Child (Lord Byron Poem)
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
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 ...
And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low? (Lord Byron Poem)
And wilt thou weep when I am low? Sweet lady! speak those words again: Yet if they grieve thee, say ...
To Caroline (Lord Byron Poem)
Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes, Suffus'd in tears, implore to stay; And heard unmov'd thy plenteous sighs, Which ...
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 ...
Love’s Last Adieu (Lord Byron Poems)
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
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 ...
I Speak Not (Lord Byron Poem)
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name; There is grief in the sound, there is guilt ...
To A Lady (Lord Byron Poem)
O! had my Fate been join'd with thine, As once this pledge appear'd a token, These follies had not, then, ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Lines, On Hearing That Lady Byron Was Ill (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou wert sad-yet I was not with thee! And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near; Methought ...
Prometheus (Lord Byron Poem)
Titan! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods ...
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 ...
Oh! Snatched Away In Beauty’s Bloom (Lord Byron Poems)
Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear ...
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 ...
Churchill’s Grave (Lord Byron Poems)
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of ...
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 Dream (Lord Byron Poem)
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
Solitude (Lord Byron Poem)
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that ...