The Episode of Nisus and Euryalus by Lord Byron Nisus, the guardian of the portal Eager to gild his arms with hostil Well skill’d in fight the quiverin Or pour his arrow, through th’ emb From Ida ton’ he left his sylvan
Epitaph by Lord Byron Posterity will ne’er survey A nobler grave than this: Here lie the bones of Castlereagh Stop, traveler—
On the Death of a Young Lady by Lord Byron Hush’d are the winds, and still th Not e’en a zephyr wanders through Whilst I return, to view my Marga And scatter flowers on the dust I Within this narrow cell reclines h
Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto IV. by Lord Byron I stood in Venice, on the Bridge A palace and a prison on each hand I saw from out the wave her struct As from the stroke of the enchante A thousand years their cloudy wing
Stanzas for Music: They Say That Hope Is Happiness by Lord Byron They say that Hope is happiness; But genuine Love must prize the p And Memory wakes the thoughts tha They rose the first—they set the l And all that Memory loves the mos
Impromptu, in Reply to a Friend by Lord Byron When, from the heart where Sorrow Her dusky shadow mounts too high, And o’er the changing aspect flits And clouds the brow, or fills the Heed not that gloom, which soon sh
Epistle to Mr. Murray by Lord Byron My dear Mr. Murray, You’re in a damn 'd hurry, To set up this ultimate Canto; But (if they don’t rob us) You’ll see Mr. Hobhouse
Churchill’s Grave: A Fact Literally Rendered by Lord Byron I stood beside the grave of him wh The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of all sepulchres, an With not the less of sorrow and of On that neglected turf and quiet s
To Caroline: Oh When Shall the Grave Hide by Lord Byron Oh when shall the grave hide for e Oh when shall my soul wing her fli The present is hell, and the comin But brings, with new torture, the From my eye flows no tear, from my
Lines, on Hearing That Lady Byron Was Ill by Lord Byron And thou wert sad’—yet I was not And thou wert sick, and yet I was Methought that joy and health alon Where I was not’—and pain and sor And is it thus?'—it is as I foret