Poems by George Gordon Byron
John Keats,
... 'I,' says the Quarterly, ...
To Caroline: When I Hear That You Express An Affection So Warm
... Their auburn, those locks must wave thin to the breeze, ...
Imitation Of Tibullus
... '--Lib. iv. Cruel Cerinthus! does the fell disease ...
To Romance
... And friends have feeling for--themselves ...
Written After Swimming From Sestos To Abydos
... Sad mortals! thus the gods still plague you! ...
Lines Written In An Album, At Malta
... Perchance in some succeeding year, ...
To A Lady, Who Presented The Author With The Velvet Band Which Bound Her Tresses
... The polish'd brow where once you shone, ...
On Jordan's Banks
... Sweep from his shiver'd hand the oppressor's spear! ...
The Giaour: A Fragment Of A Turkish Tale
... but her fate Has made me - what thou well mayest hate ...
Epistle To A Friend, In Answer To Some Lines Exhorting The Author To Be Cheerful, And To Banish Care
... But let this pass--I'll whine no more, ...
To Mr. Murray (Strahan, Tonson Lintot Of The Times)
... And Heaven forbid I should conclude ...
To Thomas Moore : Written The Evening Before His Visit To Mr. Leigh Hunt In Horsemonger Lane Gaol, M
... I suppose that to-night you're engaged with some codgers, ...
To M. S. G. : When I Dream That You Love Me
... Though in visions, sweet lady, perhaps you may smile, ...
Epigram On My Wedding- Day To Penelope
... 'Tis just six years since we were one, ...
On Napoleon's Escape From Elba
... Taking towns at his liking, and crowns at his leisure, ...
