Poems by George Gordon Byron
Were My Bosom As False as Thou Deem'st It To Be
... I have lost for that faith more than thou canst bestow, ...
Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer
... The thought that ne'er shall sleep again ...
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto III.
... in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could, ...
Epigram, On The Braziers' Company Having Resolved To Present An Address To Queen Caroline
... They'll find where they're going much more than they carry ...
The Prisoner Of Chillon
... To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, ...
On Revisiting Harrow
... That Friendship thought it still the same ...
Don Juan: Canto The Eighth
... The thirst Of glory, which so pierces through and through one, ...
Don Juan: Canto The Sixteenth
... Brought to survey these grey walls, which though so thick, ...
The Bride Of Abydos
... Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell ...
Bright Be The Place Of Thy Soul!
... For why should we mourn for the blest ...
The Devil's Drive: An Unfinished Rhapsody
... A certain Chief Justice say something like swearing ...
On The Day Of The Destruction Of Jerusalem By Titus
... 'Twas thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall ...
Sonnet, To Genevra
... With nought Remorse can claim--nor Virtue scorn ...
I Saw Thee Weep
... That filled that glance of thine ...
On Moore's Last Operatic Farce, Or Farcical Opera
... We knew before That Little's Moore, ...
