Poems by Lord Byron
To Time
... And pardon thee---since thou couldst spare ...
John Keats
... 'I,' says the Quarterly, ...
Saul
... From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame, ...
Adieu, Adieu! My Native Land
... The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, ...
It Is the Hour
... As twilight melts beneath the moon away ...
'All Is Vanity,' Saith the Preacher
... There rose no day, there rolled no hour ...
The Bride of Abydos
... he text is taken) must be already familiar to every reader it is given in the first annotation, p ...
The Isles of Greece
... I dreamed that Greece might still be free ...
Farewell To The Muse
... My visions are flown, to return,---alas, never!When drain'd is the nectar which gladdens the bowl, ...
Sun of the Sleepless!
... How like art thou to joy remember'd well!So gleams the past, the light of other days, ...
To Caroline
... Thy gushing tears had quench'd its flame, ...
The Giaour
... ,during which the cruelty exercised on all sides was unparalleled even in the annals of the faithful ...
Thy Days Are Done
... The freedom he restored!Though thou art fall'n, while we are free ...
Bride of Abydos, The
... And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul! Her graceful arms in meekness bending ...
Oh! Weep for Those
... Mourn -- where their God that dwelt--the Godless dwell! II ...
