Poems by George Gordon Byron
On A Distant View Of The Village And School Of The Harrow Hill
... The streams where we swam, and the fields where we fought ...
Don Juan: Canto The Second
... the eye Pours forth at last the heart's blood turn'd to tears, ...
On Parting
... Thy parting glance, which fondly beams, ...
Don Juan: Canto The Fifth
... not yet Would Juan bend, though 't were to Mahomet's bride: ...
Elegy On Newstead Abbey
... Whirlwinds, responsive, greet his labouring breath ...
Well! Thou Art Happy
... My heart in all, save hope, the same ...
Lines: Written In 'Letters Of An Italian Nun And An English Gentleman'
... ' ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING, ADDRESSED TO MISS --- ...
From The Last Hill That Looks On Thy Once Holy Dome
... 'Twas thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall ...
Lines On Hearing That Lady Byron Was Ill
... For 'gainst the rest myself I could defend,&emsp ...
To Thyrza
... And say, what Truth might well have said, ...
Epigram: The World Is A Bundle Of Hay
... And the greatest of all is John Bull ...
Lines To A Lady Weeping
... Repaid thee by thy people's smiles! ...
To Thomas Moore
... But the Carnival's coming, ...
Sonnet To George The Fourth, On The Repeal Of Lord Edward Fitzgerald's Forfeiture
... To stretch the hand from the throne's height, and raise ...
To Time
... Those boons to all that know thee known ...
