Poems by George Gordon Byron
From Anacreon: 'Twas Now The Hour When Night Had Driven
... Say, courteous host, canst thou not feel it ...
Inscription On The Monument Of A Newfoundland Dog
... Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, ...
The Island: Canto I.
... sic Could these have charms for rudest sea-boys, driven ...
Thou Art Not False, But Thou Art Fickle
... 'Tis this which breaks the heart thou grievest ...
Epistle From Mr. Murray To Dr. Polidori
... There's Byron too, who once did better, ...
Condolatory Address To Sarah, Countess Of Jersey, On The Prince Regent's Returning Her Picture To Mr
... Which shades, yet shows that forehead more than fair! ...
Don Juan: Canto The Fourteenth
... ' Since then she had sparkled through three glowing winters, ...
The Conquest
... He rear'd his bold and brilliant throne on high: ...
Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte
... XIII. And she, proud Austria's mournful flower, ...
Translation Of A Romaic Love Song
... Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh, ...
The Eve Of Waterloo
... Or whispering, with white lips - "The foe! they come! they come!" ...
Churchill's Grave: A Fact Literally Rendered
... Your honour pleases:' - then most pleased I shook ...
Stanzas Composed During A Thunder-storm
... Clouds burst, skies flash, oh, dreadful hour! ...
To A Youthful Friend
... That taint the flowers they scarcely taste ...
Windsor Poetics : Lines Composed On The Occasion Of His Royal Highness The Prince Regent Being Seen
... Ah, what can tombs avail!--since these disgorge ...
