Poems by George Gordon Byron
To Belshazzar
... Grey hairs but poorly wreathe with them ...
The Island: Canto IV.
... and right For the first further rock which met their sight ...
To George, Earl Delwarr
... The friendships of childhood, though fleeting are true ...
The Charity Ball
... As the saint keeps her charity back for 'the ball'! ...
The Tear
... Loth to leave thee, I mourn'd, for a last look I turn'd, ...
On Leaving Newstead Abbey
... yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes, it howls in thy empty court ...
The Dark, Blue Sea
... in all time Calm or convulsed-in breeze, or gale, or storm, ...
Epitaph For William Pitt
... Beneath this cold slab, he ...
There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods
... What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal ...
To Emma
... We view's the lake, the park, the dell, ...
Thoughts Suggested By A College Examination
... To him, with suppliant smiles, they bend the head, ...
One Struggle More, And I Am Free
... Or break the heart to which thou'rt press'd ...
Imitated From Catullus: To Ellen
... Nought should my kiss from thine dissever ...
Translation From The Medea Of Euripides
... The breast where love is wont to glow, ...
To Dives. A Fragment
... In scorn, and solitude unsought, the worst of woes ...
