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Lord Byron
Lord Byron

Sonnet to Lake Leman

Sonnet to Lake Leman

Rousseau Voltaire
our
Gibbon De
Staël Leman!
these names are worthy of thy shore,
Thy shore of names…

568
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

Sonnet - to Genevra

Sonnet - to Genevra

Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe,
And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush
Its rose of whiteness with the…

650
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

So We'll Go No More a-Roving

So We'll Go No More a-Roving

So we'll go no more aroving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still …

591
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

Song For The Luddites

Song For The Luddites

I.
As the Liberty lads o'er the sea
Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood,
So we, boys, we
Will die…

676
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not

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 thee;
Ho…

499
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

Saul

Saul


Thou whose spell can raise the dead,
Bid the prophet's form appear.
'Samuel, raise thy buried head!
King, behold the phantom…

572
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

Prometheus

Prometheus


Titan! to whose immortal eyes
The sufferings of mortality,
Seen in their sad reality,

Were not as things that …

536
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

Remember Thee! Remember Thee!

Remember Thee! Remember Thee!

Remember thee! remember thee!
Till Lethe quench life's burning stream
Remorse and shame shall cling to thee,

405
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

On this Day I Complete my Thirty-Sixth Year

On this Day I Complete my Thirty-Sixth Year

'Tis time the heart should be unmoved,
Since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet, though I cannot be b…

533
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

Oscar Of Alva: A Tale

Oscar Of Alva: A Tale

How sweetly shines through azure skies,
The lamp of heaven on Lora's shore;
Where Alva's hoary turrets rise,
And he…

597
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

On The Day Of The Destruction Of Jerusalem By Titus

On The Day Of The Destruction Of Jerusalem By Titus

From the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome,
I beheld thee, oh Sion! when render'd to Rome: <…

471
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

On The Death Of Mr. Fox

On The Death Of Mr. Fox

The following iiliberal impromptu appeared in a morning papaer:

'Our nation's foes lament on Fox's death,
But ble…

443
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

On Revisiting Harrow

On Revisiting Harrow

Here once engaged the stranger's view
Young Friendship's record simply traced;
Few were her words; but yet, though few,

570
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

On The Bust Of Helen By Canova

On The Bust Of Helen By Canova

In this beloved marble view,
Above the works and thoughts of man,
What Nature could, but would not, do,
An…

799
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

On My Thirty-Third Birthday, January 22, 1821

On My Thirty-Third Birthday, January 22, 1821

Through life's dull road, so dim and dirty,
I have dragg'd to threeandthirty.
What have these years…

422
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

On Napoleon's Escape From Elba

On Napoleon's Escape From Elba

Once fairly set out on his party of pleasure,
Taking towns at his liking, and crowns at his leisure,
From Elba to …

463
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

On Lord Thurlow's Poems

On Lord Thurlow's Poems

When Thurlow this damn'd nonsense sent
(I hope I am not violent),
Nor men nor gods knew what he meant.

567
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

On Chillon

On Chillon

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

561
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

On A Cornelian Heart Which Was Broken

On A Cornelian Heart Which Was Broken

Illfated
Heart! And can it be,
That thou should'st thus be rent in vain?
Have years of care for thi…

399
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

On A Nun

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 desires…

441
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte

Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte

'Expends Annibalem:quot
libras in duce summo
Invenies?~JUVENAL., Sat. X.

I.
Tis donebut

515
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

Oh! Weep For Those

Oh! Weep For Those

I.
Oh! Weep for those that wept by Babel's stream,
Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream,
Weep for the harp o…

690
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

My Soul is Dark

My Soul is Dark

My soul is dark Oh!
quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting…

466
Lord Byron
Lord Byron

Ode (From The French)

Ode (From The French)

I.
We do not curse thee, Waterloo!
Though Freedom's blood thy plain bedew;
There 'twas shed, but is not sunkRising …

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