George Gordon Byron Poems
- 301. To The Author Of A Sonnet, Beginning, '
Thy verse is 'sad' enough, no doubt:
A devilish deal more sad than witty!Why we should weep I can't find out,
- 302. 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 again
- 303. 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, gleaming o'er the cliff
- 304. Stanzas To A Lady, With The Poems Of Camoëns
This votive pledge of fond esteem,
Perhaps, dear girl! for me thou'lt prize;It sings of Love's enchanting dream,
- 305. The Island: Canto Iv.
White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon 's clouded and half free,
- 306. Thoughts Suggested By A College Examination
High in the midst, surrounded by his peers,
MAGNUS his ample front sublime up rears:Placed on his chair of state, he seems a god.
- 307. Jeptha's Daughter
Since our Country, our God -- Oh, my Sire!
Demand that thy Daughter expire; Since thy triumph was brought by thy vow--
- 308. Inscription On The Monument Of A Newfoundland Dog
When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe,
- 309. Translation Of A Romaic Love Song
Ah! Love was never yet without
The pang, the agony, the doubt,Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh,
- 310. Epitaph On A Beloved Friend
Oh, Friend! for ever loved, for ever dear!
What fruitless tears have bathed thy honour'd bier!What sighs re'echo'd to thy parting breath,
- 311. On My Thirty-third Birthday, January 22, 1821
Through life's dull road, so dim and dirty,
I have dragg'd to three-and-thirty.What have these years left to me?
- 312. To Thomas Moore
My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea;But, before I go, Tom Moore,
- 313. Lines In The Travellers' Book At Orchomenus
In this book a traveller had written:Â
'Fair Albion, smiling, sees her son departTo trace the birth and nursery of art:
- 314. Stanzas To A Hindoo Air
Oh! my lonely--lonely--lonely--Pillow!
Where is my lover? where is my lover?Is it his bark which my dreary dreams discover?
- 315. 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 brightest blush,
- 316. I Saw Thee Weep
I saw thee weep--the big bright tear
Came o'er that eye of blue;And then methought it did appear
- 317. Don Juan: Dedication
Difficile est proprie communia dicere
HOR. Epist. ad PisonI Bob Southey! You're a poet--Poet-laureate,
- 318. Translation Of The Famous Greek War Song
Sons of the Greeks, arise!
The glorious hour's gone forth,And, worthy of such ties,
- 319. Granta: A Medley
Oh! could Le Sage's demon's gift
Be realized at my desire, This night my trembling form he'd lift
- 320. To Florence
Oh Lady! when I left the shore,
The distant shore which gave me birth,I hardly thought to grieve once more
- 321. Translation Of The Romaic Song
I enter thy garden of roses,
Beloved and fair HaidÃ©e,Each morning where Flora reposes,
- 322. Sun Of The Sleepless!
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star!
Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,That show'st the darkness thou canst not dispel,
- 323. To My Son
Those flaxen locks, those eyes of blue
Bright as thy mother's in their hue;Those rosy lips, whose dimples play
- 324. Answer To A Beautiful Poem, Entitled 'the Common Lot'
MONTGOMERY! true, the common lot
Of mortals lies in Lethe's wave;Yet some shall never be forgot,
- 325. Don Juan: Canto The Tenth
When Newton saw an apple fall, he found
In that slight startle from his contemplation--'Tis said (for I 'll not answer above ground
- 326. To George, Earl Delwarr
Oh! yes, I will own we were dear to each other;
The friendships of childhood, though fleeting are true;The love which you felt was the love of a brother,
- 327. Impromptu, In Reply To A Friend
When, from the heart where Sorrow sits,
Her dusky shadow mounts too high,And o'er the changing aspect flits,
- 328. Impromptu
Beneath Blessington's eyes
The reclaimed ParadiseShould be free as the former from evil;
- 329. It Is The Hour
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;It is the hour -- when lover's vows
- 330. Verses Found In A Summerhouse At Hales-owen
When Dryden's fool, 'unknowing what he sought,'
His hours in whistling spent, 'for want of thought,'This guiltless oaf his vacancy of sense
- 331. Epitaph
Posterity will ne'er survey
A nobler grave than this:Here lie the bones of Castlereagh:
- 332. Manfred (excerpt: Incantation)
When the moon is on the wave,
And the glow-worm in the grass,And the meteor on the grave,
- 333. Epistle From Mr. Murray To Dr. Polidori
Dear Doctor, I have read your play,
Which is a good one in its way,ÂPurges the eyes and moves the bowels,
- 334. Lines Inscribed Upon A Cup Formed From A Skull
Start notâ??nor deem my spirit fled:
In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head,
- 335. The Siege Of Corinth
THE SIEGE OF CORINTH.
- 336. I Speak Not, I Trace Not, I Breathe Not Thy Name
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;
There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame;But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart
- 337. The Prisoner Of Chillon
My hair is grey, but not with years,
Nor grew it white In a single night,
- 338. Don Juan: Canto The Sixth
'There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which,--taken at the flood,'--you know the rest,And most of us have found it now and then;
- 339. The Island: Canto Iii.
The fight was o'er; the flashing through the gloom,Which robes the cannon as he wings a tomb,
- 340. On The Castle Of Chillon
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art;For there thy habitation is the heartâ??
- 341. When Coldness Wraps This Suffering Clay
When coldness wraps this suffering clay,
Ah! whither strays the immortal mind?It cannot die, it cannot stay,
- 342. Thy Days Are Done
Thy days are done, thy fame begun;
Thy country's strains recordThe triumphs of her chosen Son,
- 343. The Giaour
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale
- 344. Well! Thou Art Happy
Well! thou art happy, and I feel
That I should thus be happy too; For still my heart regards thy weal
- 345. 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 to command and deceive us â??
- 346. Euthanasia
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring
The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead,Oblivion! may thy languid wing
- 347. Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer
For other's weal avail'd on high,Mine will not all be lost in air,
- 348. Dear Doctor, I Have Read Your Play
Dear Doctor, I have read your play,
Which is a good one in its way, Purges the eyes, and moves the bowels,
- 349. Fragment Of An Epistle To Thomas Moore
'What say I?'--not a syllable further in prose;
I'm your man 'of all measures,' dear Tom,--so here goes!Here goes, for a swim on the stream of old Time,
- 350. Maid Of Athens, Ere We Part
Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, oh give me back my heart!Or, since that has left my breast,
Total 351 poems written by George Gordon Byron
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by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
GOD to his untaught children sent
Law, order, knowledge, art, from high,
And ev'ry heav'nly favour lent,
The world's hard lot to qualify.
They knew not how they should behave,
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