To A Beautiful Quaker By George Gordon Byron

To A Beautiful Quaker Sweet girl! though only once we met, That meeting I shall ne’er forget; And though we ne’er may meet again, Remembrance…

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The Cornelian By George Gordon Byron

The Cornelian No specious splendour of this stone Endears it to my memory ever; With lustre only once it shone, And blushes modest as the…

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One Struggle More, And I Am Free By George Gordon Byron

One Struggle More, And I Am Free One struggle more, and I am free From pangs that rend my heart in twain; One last long…

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Lines Written On A Blank Leaf Of ‘the Pleasures Of Memory’ By George Gordon Byron

Lines Written On A Blank Leaf Of ‘The Pleasures Of Memory’ Absent or present, still to thee, My friend, what magic spells belong! As all…

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From The Portuguese, ‘tu Mi Chamas’ By George Gordon Byron

From The Portuguese, ‘Tu Mi Chamas’ In moments to delight devoted, ‘My life!’ with tenderest tone you cry; Dear words! on which my heart had…

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Childish Recollections By George Gordon Byron

Childish Recollections ‘I cannot but remember such things were, And were most dear to me.’ WHEN slow Disease, with all her host of pains, Chills…

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We Sate Down And Wept By The Waters By George Gordon Byron

We Sate Down And Wept By The Waters I. We sate down and wept by the waters Of Babel, and thought of the day When…

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The Vision Of Judgment By George Gordon Byron

The Vision Of Judgment I Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate: His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull, So little trouble had…

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Stanzas For Music There’s Not A Joy The World Can Give By George Gordon Byron

Stanzas For Music There’s Not A Joy The World Can Give There’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When…

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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 heart which love…

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Lachin Y Gair By George Gordon Byron

Lachin Y Gair Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses! In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me to the rocks, where…

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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 en­slaved, Thou cutt’…

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Answer To Some Elegant Verses Sent By A Friend To The Author By George Gordon Byron

Answer To Some Elegant Verses Sent By A Friend To The Author, Complaining That One Of His Descriptions Was Rather Too Warmly Drawn ‘But if…

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To M. S. G. By George Gordon Byron

To M. S. G. Whene’er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! it…

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The Harp The Monarch Minstrel Swept By George Gordon Byron

The Harp The Monarch Minstrel Swept The harp the monarch minstrel swept, The King of men, the loved of Heaven, Which Music hallow’d while she…

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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 not man’s dominion…

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Ode (From The French) By George Gordon Byron

Ode (From The French) I. We do not curse thee, Waterloo! Though Freedom’s blood thy plain bedew; There ’twas shed, but is not sunk­ Rising…

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If Sometimes In The Haunts Of Men By George Gordon Byron

If Sometimes In The Haunts Of Men If sometimes in the haunts of men Thine image from my breast may fade, The lonely hour presents…

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Don Juan Canto The Ninth By George Gordon Byron

Don Juan Canto The Ninth Oh, Wellington! (or ‘Villainton’–for Fame Sounds the heroic syllables both ways; France could not even conquer your great name, But…

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A Spirit Passed Before Me [From Job] By George Gordon Byron

A Spirit Passed Before Me [from Job] A spirit passed before me: I beheld The face of immortality unveiled– Deep sleep came down on every…

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To A Lady, On Being Asked My Reasons For Quitting England In The Spring By George Gordon Byron

To A Lady, On Being Asked My Reasons For Quitting England In The Spring When Man, expell’d from Eden’s bowers, A moment linger’d near the…

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The Bride Of Abydos By George Gordon Byron

The Bride Of Abydos “Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne’er been…

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Or Change ‘my Life!’ Into ‘my Soul!’ By George Gordon Byron

Or change ‘my life!’ into ‘my soul!’ Which, like my love, exists for ever. ———————————- AN OTHER VERSION You call me still your life.–Oh! change…

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Lines Written In ‘letters Of An Italian Nun And An English Gentleman’ By George Gordon Byron

Lines Written In ‘Letters Of An Italian Nun And An English Gentleman’ ‘Away, away, your fleeting arts May now betray some simpler hearts; And you…

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Farewell To The Muse By George Gordon Byron

Farewell To The Muse Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy’s days, Young offspring of Fancy, ’tis time we should part; Then rise on…

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Condolatory Address To Sarah By George Gordon Byron

Condolatory Address To Sarah, Countess Of Jersey, On The Prince Regent’s Returning Her Picture To Mrs. Mee When the vain triumph of the imperial lord,…

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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 firmest promises are…

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The Prisoner Of Chillon By George Gordon Byron

The Prisoner Of Chillon My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men’s have grown from…

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Stanzas For Music They Say That Hope Is Happiness By George Gordon Byron

Stanzas For Music They Say That Hope Is Happiness They say that Hope is happiness; But genuine Love must prize the past, And Memory wakes…

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On Jordan’s Banks By George Gordon Byron

On Jordan’s Banks On Jordan’s banks the Arab’s camels stray, On Sion’s hill the False One’s votaries pray, The Baal-adorer bows on Sinai’s steep –…

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John Keats By George Gordon Byron

John Keats Who killed John Keats? ‘I,’ says the Quarterly, So savage and Tartarly; ”Twas one of my feats.’ Who shot the arrow? ‘The poet-priest…

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English Bards And Scotch Reviewers (Excerpt) By George Gordon Byron

English Bards And Scotch Reviewers (Excerpt) Time was, ere yet in these degenerate days Ignoble themes obtain’d mistaken praise, When sense and wit with poesy…

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Away, Away, Ye Notes Of Woe! By George Gordon Byron

Away, Away, Ye Notes Of Woe! Away, away, ye notes of woe! Be silent, thou once soothing strain, Or I must flee from hence–for, oh!…

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To Belshazzar By George Gordon Byron

To Belshazzar Belshazzar! from the banquet turn, Nor in thy sensual fulness fall; Behold! while yet before thee burn The graven words, the glowing wall….

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The Giaour A Fragment Of A Turkish Tale By George Gordon Byron

The Giaour A Fragment Of A Turkish Tale No breath of air to break the wave That rolls below the Athenian’s grave, That tomb which,…

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Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not By George Gordon Byron

Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not Remind me not, remind me not, Of those beloved, those vanish’d hours, When all my soul was given to…

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Napoleon’s Farewell (From The French) By George Gordon Byron

Napoleon’s Farewell (From The French) I. Farewell to the Land where the gloom of my Glory Arose and o’ershadow’d the earth with her name– She…

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I Would To Heaven That I Were So Much Clay By George Gordon Byron

I Would To Heaven That I Were So Much Clay I would to heaven that I were so much clay, As I am blood, bone,…

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Don Juan Canto The First By George Gordon Byron

Don Juan Canto The First I I want a hero: an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one, Till, after…

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A Fragment When, To Their Airy Hall By George Gordon Byron

A Fragment When, To Their Airy Hall When, to their airy hall, my father’s voice Shall call my spirit, joyful in their choice; When, poised…

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Thy Days Are Done By George Gordon Byron

Thy Days Are Done Thy days are done, thy fame begun; Thy country’s strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son, The slaughter of his…

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Stanzas Written On The Road Between Florence And Pisa By George Gordon Byron

Stanzas Written On The Road Between Florence And Pisa Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth…

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On The Death Of A Young Lady By George Gordon Byron

On The Death Of A Young Lady Cousin to the Author, and very dear to him Hush’d are the winds, and still the evening gloom,…

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Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow On The HillBy George Gordon Byron

Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow On The Hill, Sept. 2, 1807 Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept…

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Farewell To Malta By George Gordon Byron

Farewell To Malta Adieu, ye joys of La Valette! Adieu, sirocco, sun, and sweat! Adieu, thou palace rarely enter’d! Adieu, ye mansions where I’ve ventured!…

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Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage A Romaunt. Canto Iv. By George Gordon Byron

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage A Romaunt. Canto Iv. I. I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand:…

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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 drive us on…

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The Siege Of Corinth By George Gordon Byron

The Siege Of Corinth THE SIEGE OF CORINTH. TO JOHN HOBHOUSE, ESQ., THIS POEM IS INSCRIBED BY HIS FRIEND. January 22, 1816. ADVERTISEMENT “The grand…

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Stanzas For Music There Be None Of Beauty’s Daughters By George Gordon Byron

Stanzas For Music There Be None Of Beauty’s Daughters There be none of Beauty’s daughters With a magic like Thee; And like music on the…

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On A Nun By George Gordon Byron

On A Nun Of two fair virgins, modest, though admired, Heaven made us happy; and now, wretched sires, Heaven for a nobler doom their worth…

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Jeptha’s Daughter By George Gordon Byron

Jeptha’s Daughter Since our Country, our God — Oh, my Sire! Demand that thy Daughter expire; Since thy triumph was brought by thy vow– Strike…

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Elegy On Newstead Abbey By George Gordon Byron

Elegy On Newstead Abbey ‘It is the voice of years that are gone! they roll before me with all their deeds.’OSSIAN Newstead! fast-falling, once-resplendent dome!…

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Beppo, A Venetian Story By George Gordon Byron

Beppo, A Venetian Story I. ‘Tis known, at least it should be, that throughout All countries of the Catholic persuasion, Some weeks before Shrove Tuesday…

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To Anne By George Gordon Byron

To Anne Oh, Anne, your offences to me have been grievous: I thought from my wrath no atonement could save you: But woman is made…

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The First Kiss Of Love By George Gordon Byron

The First Kiss Of Love Away with your fictions of flimsy romance; Those tissues of falsehood which folly has wove! Give me the mild beam…

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So We’ll Go No More A-Roving By George Gordon Byron

So We’Ll Go No More A-Roving So we’ll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And…

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Monody On The Death Of The Right Hon. R. B. Sheridan By George Gordon Byron

Monody On The Death Of The Right Hon. R. B. Sheridan When the last sunshine of expiring day In summer’s twilight weeps itself away, Who…

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I Would I Were A Careless Child By George Gordon Byron

I Would I Were A Careless Child I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky…

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Don Juan Canto The Second By George Gordon Byron

Don Juan Canto The Second XXIV The ship, call’d the most holy “Trinidada,” Was steering duly for the port Leghorn; For there the Spanish family…

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Written Shortly After The Marriage Of Miss Chaworth By George Gordon Byron

Written Shortly After The Marriage Of Miss Chaworth Hills of Annesley, bleak and barren, Where my thoughtless childhood stray’d, How the northern tempests, warring, Howl…

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