Poems by George Gordon Byron
To Thyrza: And Thou Art Dead, As Young And Fair
... Who didst not change through all the past, ...
Translation Of The Nurse's Dole In The Medea Of Euripides
... Who, still unlaunch'd from Grecian docks, ...
Answer To Some Elegant Verses Sent By A Friend To The Author, Complaining That One Of His Descriptio
... Far be 't from me the 'vlrgin's stand' to 'taint': ...
The Prayer Of Nature
... Earth, ocean, heaven, thy boundless throne ...
From The French
... She makes her own face, and does not make her rhymes ...
Sonnet To Lake Leman
... but by thee How much more, Lake of Beauty! do we feel, ...
To Marion
... Marion, adieu! oh, pr'ythee slight not ...
I Would To Heaven That I Were So Much Clay
... And for the future - (but I write this reeling, ...
Thy Day's are Done
... Though thou art fall'n, while we are free ...
Stanzas Composed During A Thunderstorm
... Clouds burst, skies flash, oh, dreadful hour! ...
Remembrance
... Love Hope, and Joy, alike adieu! ...
Lines Written On A Blank Leaf Of 'The Pleasures Of Memory'
... Shall weep that aught of thee can die, ...
Oh! Weep For Those
... III. Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast! ...
A Fragment: When, To Their Airy Hall
... No lengthen'd scroll, no praise-encumber'd stone ...
Prometheus
... II. Titan! to thee the strife was given ...
