On Chillon By George Gordon Byron

On Chillon Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art; For there thy habitation is the heart— The …

Epigrams By George Gordon Byron

Epigrams Oh, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now; Cato died for his country, so didst thou: He perish’d rather than see Rome …

Solitude By George Gordon Byron

Solitude To sit on rocks, to muse o’er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest’s shady scene, Where things that own …

To Woman By George Gordon Byron

To Woman Woman! experience might have told me, That all must love thee who behold thee: Surely experience might have taught Thy …

To Time By George Gordon Byron

To Time Time! on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly, Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, But drag or …