Poems by George Gordon Byron
Song For The Luddites
... Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood, ...
Stanzas To The Po
... Full of that thought: and, from that moment, ne'er ...
Translation Of The Epitaph On Virgil And Tibullus By Domitius Marsus
... And he who struck the softer lyre of love, ...
To Caroline: Oh When Shall The Grave Hide
... Would my lips breathe a flame which no stream could assuage ...
To-- : From The French
... Hearts like those which still are thine ...
A Spirit Passed Before Me [From Job]
... Creatures of clay--vain dwellers in the dust! ...
To Edward Noel Long, Esq.
... But now, dear LONG, 'tis midnight's noon, ...
Remember Him, Whom Passion's Power
... When neither fell, though both were loved ...
Elegiac Stanzas On The Death Of Sir Peter Parker, Bart.
... While Grief's full heart is fed by Fame ...
A Sketch
... While mingling truth with falsehood, sneers with smiles, ...
To Lesbia
... New beauties still are daily bright'ning, ...
Song Of Saul, Before His Last Battle
... I. Warriors and Chiefs! should the shaft or the sword ...
Herod's Lament For Mariamne
... Ah! could'st thou--thou would'st pardon now, ...
Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not
... For eyes that ne'er like thine could beam ...
Epistle To Mr. Murray
... Nor French, must have scribbled by guess work ...
