Poems by George Gordon Byron
To Eliza
... And this doctrine would meet with a general resistance ...
Granta: A Medley
... Whose conscience won't disturb their slumber ...
There Was A Time, I Need Not Name
... To think how all that love hath flown ...
We Sate Down And Wept By The Waters
... Ere it string our high harp for the foe! ...
So We'll Go No More A-Roving
... And the soul outwears the breast, ...
On A Change Of Masters At A Great Public School
... Like her o'erthrown, for ever lost to fame, ...
To Florence
... All charms which heedless hearts can move, ...
On A Cornelian Heart Which Was Broken
... That thou should'st thus be rent in vain ...
Reply To Some Verses Of J.M.B. Pigot, Esq. On The Cruelty Of His Mistress
... Lest your deep-wounded heart, when incensed by the smart, ...
Substitute For An Epitaph
... Kind Reader! take your choice to cry or laugh ...
To M--
... Would twinkle dimly through their sphere ...
To A Lady, On Being Asked My Reasons For Quitting England In The Spring
... But, wandering on through distant climes, ...
Stanzas To Augusta
... VIII. The winds might rend--the skies might pour, ...
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto I.
... For some slight cause of wrath, whence life's warm stream must flow ...
Ode On Venice
... Even where their driver goads them though to slaughter ...
