To A Beautiful Quaker (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Sweet girl! though only once we met,That meeting I shall ne'er forget;And though we ne'er may meet again,Remembrance will thy ...
Lord George Gordon Byron Poems (129 Poems)
To A Lady (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
O! had my Fate been join'd with thine, As once this pledge appear'd a token,These follies had not, then, been mine, For, ...
Lachin Y Gair (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses!In you let the minions of luxury rove;Restore me to the rocks, where ...
On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move:Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me ...
To Florence (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Oh Lady! when I left the shore, The distant shore which gave me birth,I hardly thought to grieve once more To quit ...
Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Remind me not, remind me not, Of those beloved, those vanish'd hours, When all my soul was given to thee;Hours that may ...
On The Death Of Mr. Fox (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
THE FOLLOWING ILLIBERAL IMPROMPTU APPEARED IN A MORNING PAPER:'Our nation's foes lament on Fox's death,But bless the hour when PITT ...
To Time (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Time! on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly,Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, But drag or drive us on ...
Translation Of The Romaic Song (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
I enter thy garden of roses, Beloved and fair Haid(Lord George Gordon Byron)
Fill The Goblet Again: A Song (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Fill the goblet again! for I never beforeFelt the glow which now gladdens my heart to its core;Let us drink!--who ...
To The Sighing Strephon (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Your pardon, my friend, if my rhymes did offend; Your pardon, a thousand times o'er:From friendship I strove your pangs to ...
Translation Of A Romaic Love Song (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Ah! Love was never yet withoutThe pang, the agony, the doubt,Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh,While day and night ...
Translation Of The Famous Greek War Song (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Sons of the Greeks, arise! The glorious hour's gone forth,And, worthy of such ties, Display who gave us birth. CHORUS. Sons of Greeks! let ...
If Sometimes In The Haunts Of Men (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
If sometimes in the haunts of men Thine image from my breast may fade,The lonely hour presents again The semblance of thy ...
Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow On The Hill, Sept. 2, 1807 (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh,Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky;Where now alone I muse, ...
On The Star Of ‘The Legion Of Honour’ (From The French) (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Star of the brave!--whose beam hath shedSuch glory o'er the quick and dead (Lord George Gordon Byron)
Reply To Some Verses Of J.M.B. Pigot, Esq. On The Cruelty Of His Mistress (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret?For months you may try, yet, believe me, ...
To– : From The French (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Must thou go, my glorious Chief, Sever'd from thy faithful few?Who can tell thy warrior's grief, Maddening o'er that long adieu?Woman's love, ...
Well! Thou Art Happy (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Well! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too;For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly, as ...
Elegiac Stanzas On The Death Of Sir Peter Parker, Bart. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
There is a tear for all that die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave;But nations swell the funeral cry, And Triumph weeps ...
To A Vain Lady (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Ah! heedless girl! why thus disclose What ne'er was meant for other ears:Why thus destroy thine own repose And dig the source ...
Vision of Belshazzar (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
The King was on his throne,The Satraps throng'd the hall:A thousand bright lamps shoneO'er that high festival.A thousand cups of ...
To My Son (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Those flaxen locks, those eyes of blueBright as thy mother's in their hue;Those rosy lips, whose dimples playAnd smile to ...
Euthanasia (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
When Time, or soon or late, shall bringThe dreamless sleep that lulls the dead,Oblivion! may thy languid wingWave gently o'er ...
Fragment Of An Epistle To Thomas Moore (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
'What say I?'--not a syllable further in prose;I'm your man 'of all measures,' dear Tom,--so here goes!Here goes, for a swim ...
Napoleon’s Farewell (From The French) (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
I.Farewell to the Land where the gloom of my GloryArose and o'ershadow'd the earth with her name--She abandons me now--but ...
To Lord Thurlow (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
'I lay my branch of laurel down.Then thus to form Apollo's crown.Let every other bring his own.'~Lord Thurlow's lines to ...
Saul (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
I.Thou whose spell can raise the dead,Bid the prophet's form appear."Samuel, raise thy buried head!"King, behold the phantom seer!"Earth yawn'd; ...
Inscription On The Monument Of A Newfoundland Dog (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
When some proud son of man returns to earth,Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp ...
From The Last Hill That Looks On Thy Once Holy Dome (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
I.From the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome,I beheld thee, Oh Sion! when rendered to Rome:'Twas thy ...