To a Youthful Friend by Lord Byron Few years have pass’d since thou a Were firmest friends, at least in And childhood’s gay sincerity Preserved our feelings long the sa But now, like me, too well thou kn
Sonnet, to the Same (Genevra) by Lord Byron Thy cheek is pale with thought, bu And yet so lovely, that if Mirth Its rose of whiteness with the bri My heart would wish away that rude And dazzle not thy deep-blue eyes—
The Island: Canto I. by Lord Byron The morning watch was come; the ve Her course, and gently made her li The cloven billow flashed from off In furrows formed by that majestic The waters with their world were a
Epistle From Mr. Murray to Dr. Polidori by Lord Byron Dear Doctor, I have read your pla Which is a good one in its way, Purges the eyes and moves the bowe And drenches handkerchiefs like to With tears, that, in a flux of gri
Written After Swimming From Sestos to Abydos by Lord Byron If, in the month of dark December Leander, who was nightly wont (What maid will not the tale remem To cross thy stream, broad Helles If, when the wintry tempest roar’d
Address, Spoken at the Opening of Drury by Lord Byron In one dread night our city saw, a Bow’d to the dust, the Drama’s to In one short hour beheld the blazi Apollo sink, and Shakspeare cease Ye who beheld, (oh! sight admired
Love’s Last Adieu by Lord Byron The roses of Love glad the garden Though nurtur’d 'mid weeds droppin Till Time crops the leaves with u Or prunes them for ever, in Love’ In vain, with endearments, we soot 1
To a Lady by Lord Byron O! had my Fate been join’d with t As once this pledge appear’d a tok These follies had not, then, been For, then, my peace had not been b To thee, these early faults I owe
The Giaour: A Fragment of a Turkish Tale by Lord Byron No breath of air to break the wave That rolls below the Athenian’s g That tomb which, gleaming o’er the First greets the homeward-veering High o’er the land he saved in vai
In the Valley of the Waters by Lord Byron In the valley of the waters we wep When the host of the stranger made And our heads on our bosoms all dr And our hearts were so full of the The song they demanded in vain—it