Poems by Lord Byron
She Walks In Beauty
... How pure, how dear their dwelling place ...
When We Two Parted
... Sorrow to this.The dew of the morning ...
Darkness
... Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless ...
The Destruction Of Sennacherib
... hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!And there lay the steed with his nostrils all wide, ...
The Dream
... Making the cold reality too real!VIIIA change came o'er the spirit of my dream ...
Solitude
... Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled ...
A Spirit Passed Before Me
... And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake:"Is man more just than God ...
Stanzas For Music
... There be none of Beauty's daughters ...
On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year
... Away thy breath!Seek outless often sought than found ...
Written After Swimming From Sestos To Abydos
... ) To cross thy stream, broad Hellespont!If, when the wintry tempest roared, ...
Stanzas Written On The Road Between Florence And Pisa
... When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story, ...
Churchill's Grave
... and asked The Gardener of that ground, why it might be ...
Epistle To Augusta
... not in vain, Even for its own sake, do we purchase pain ...
Oh! Snatched Away In Beauty's Bloom
... Fond wretch! as if her step disturbed the dead!Away! ye know that tears are vain, ...
There Be None of Beauty's Daughters
... And the lull'd winds seem dreaming: ...
