Poems by George Gordon Byron
Lara. A Tale
... the stern Have deeper thoughts than your dull eyes discern, ...
On My Thirty-Third Birthday, January 22, 1821
... Through life's dull road, so dim and dirty, ...
To Woman
... When join'd with hope, when still possessing ...
She Walks In Beauty
... How pure, how dear their dwelling-place ...
Translation Of The Romaic Song
... Would the hope, which thou once bad'st me cherish,&emsp ...
Versicles
... I turn'd a page of Scott's 'Waterloo' ...
Lines On Mr. Hodgson Written On Board The Lisbon Packet
... allow, Still to laugh by far the best is, ...
Stanzas For Music: They Say That Hope Is Happiness
... And Memory wakes the thoughts that bless: ...
Don Juan: Canto The Ninth
... but skill Smooth'd even the Simplon's steep, and by God's blessing ...
To E---
... Since worth of rank supplies the place ...
From The Portuguese, 'Tu Mi Chamas'
... Life is as transient as the inconstant sigh: ...
And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?
... But Beauty's self hath ceased to charm ...
Parisina
... There whispers a voice through the rustling leaves, ...
Darkness
... And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd ...
Lines Written Beneath A Picture
... But this I feel can ne'er be true: ...
