Poems by George Gordon Byron
Bowles And Campbell
... (To the public) How can you, d--n your souls! ...
To The Earl Of Clare
... Sisd memor, etcari comitis ne abscedat imago'~Val Flac ...
Maid Of Athens, Ere We Part
... By all the token-flowers that tell ...
Epitaph For Joseph Blackett, Late Poet And Shoemaker
... But still to business he held fast, ...
To A Vain Lady
... Recounts a flattering coxcomb's praise ...
Translation From Catullus
... Tuned to her ear his grateful strain ...
Ode (From The French)
... III. And thou, too, of the snow-white plume! ...
To Lord Thurlow
... From his spouse when the R egent's unmarried, ...
Impromptu, In Reply To A Friend
... My thoughts their dungeon know too well ...
Saul
... From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame, ...
An Occasional Prologue, Delivered Previous To The Performance Of 'The Wheel Of Fortune' At A Private
... Who hopes, yet almost dreads, to meet your praise, ...
Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow On The Hill, Sept. 2, 1807
... With this fond dream, methinks, 'twere sweet to die ...
The Adieu
... Written Under The Impression That The Author Would Soon Die ...
Don Juan: Canto The Fifteenth
... (There's fame) young partridge fillets, deck'd with truffles ...
To The Sighing Strephon
... Since the 'world you forget, when your lips once have met,' ...
