Poems by Lord Byron
On Chillon
... - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom ...
To Thomas Moore
... Here's a double health to thee!Here's a sigh to those who love me, ...
Lines Inscribed Upon A Cup Formed From A Skull
... another race, When thou and thine like me are sped, ...
Prometheus
... Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse, ...
Stanzas For Music: There's Not A Joy The World Can Give
... 'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, ...
Stanzas To Augusta
... The winds might rend, the skies might pour, ...
To Thyrza: And Thou Art Dead
... The sun that cheers, the storm that lours, ...
Stanzas To The Po
... Without the inseparable sigh for her!Her bright eyes will be imaged in thy stream, ...
Lines, On Hearing That Lady Byron Was Ill
... Thy nights are banished from the realms of sleep! ...
Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow
... while thou canst, a lingering, last farewell!"When fate shall chill, at length, this fevered breast, ...
The Tear
... But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear:Though my vows I can pour, ...
Euthanasia
... Ere born to life and living woe!Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen, ...
To A Lady
... These thoughtless strains to Passion's measures---If thou wert mine, had all been hush'd:--- ...
My Soul is Dark
... And now 'tis doomed to know the worst, ...
Ode to Napoleon Bonaparte
... XIII And she, proud Austria's mournful flower, ...
