Poems by George Gordon Byron
A Riddle, On The Letter E
... The beginning of every end, and the end of every place ...
The Lament Of Tasso
... and the Wise Shook their white aged heads o'er me, and said ...
Defeated Yet Triumphant
... They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts ...
'All Is Vanity, Saieth the Preacher'
... I. Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine, ...
To The Author Of A Sonnet, Beginning, '"Sad Is My Verse," You Say, "And Yet No Tear"'
... Although by far too dull for laughter ...
When We Two Parted
... -- With silence and tears ...
Jeptha's Daughter
... Since thy triumph was brought by thy vow-- ...
Love's Last Adieu
... Love twined round their childhood his flowers as they grew ...
The Vision Of Judgment
... ' The temperate Scot exclaim'd: the French ghost swore ...
Epigram
... Will. Cobbett has done well: ...
To Anne: Oh, Say Not, Sweet Anne
... The heart which adores you should wish to dissever ...
Translation From Horace
... Still dauntless 'midst the wreck of earth he'd smile ...
Sun Of The Sleepless!
... Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays ...
Monody On The Death Of The Right Hon. R. B. Sheridan
... The praised, the proud, who made his praise their pride ...
To My Son
... No self‑reproach--but, let me cease-- ...
