When We Two Parted por Lord Byron When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, 6
She Walks in Beauty por Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the nigh Of cloudless climes and starry ski And all that’s best of dark and br Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow’d to that tender light 7 23
A Ballad of Fair Ladies in Revolt por George Meredith See the sweet women, friend, that The ever-falling fountain of green Round the white bending stem, and Of our most blushful flower shine To teach philosophers the thirst o
A Ballad Of Past Meridian por George Meredith Last night returning from my twili I met the grey mist Death, whose Was bent on me, and from his hand He reached me flowers as from a wi O Death, what bitter nosegays giv 1
A Certain People por George Meredith As Puritans they prominently wax, And none more kindly gives and tak Strong psalmic chanting, like to n They join to thunderings of their But naughtiness, with hoggery, not 1
A Faith on Trial por George Meredith On the morning of May, Ere the children had entered my ga With their wreaths and mechanical A metal ding-dong of the date! I mounted our hill, bearing heart
Modern Love IV por George Meredith All other joys of life he strove t And magnify, and catch them to his But they had suffered shipwreck wi And gazed upon him sallow from the Or if Delusion came, 'twas but to 1
"I cry your mercy-pity-love! -aye, love!" por John Keats I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, l Merciful love that tantalizes not, One—thoughted, never—wandering, gu Unmasked, and being seen—without a O! let me have thee whole,—all—all 1
The Day Is Gone, and All Its Sweets Are Gone! por John Keats The day is gone, and all its sweet Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand Warm breath, light whisper, tender Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, a Faded the flower and all its budde 1
A Lament por Percy Shelley O World! O life! O time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had sto When will return the glory of your No more—oh, never more! 1
The Moon por Percy Shelley And, like a dying lady lean and pa Who totters forth, wrapp’d in a ga Out of her chamber, led by the ins And feeble wanderings of her fadin The moon arose up in the murky eas
Ode to the West Wind por Percy Shelley O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Thou, from whose unseen presence t Are driven, like ghosts from an en Yellow, and black, and pale, and h Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O 1
Cyclopean por Chesterton A mountainous and mystic brute No rein can curb, no arrow shoot, Upon whose doomed deformed back I sweep the planets’ scorching tra Old is the elf, and wise, men say, 1
Lepanto por Chesterton White founts falling in the courts And the Soldan of Byzantium is sm There is laughter like the fountai It stirs the forest darkness, the It curls the blood—red …
For a War Memorial por Chesterton The hucksters haggle in the mart The cars and carts go by; Senates and schools go droning on; For dead things cannot die. A storm stooped on the place of to 1
And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low? por Lord Byron And wilt thou weep when I am low? Sweet lady! speak those words agai Yet if they grieve thee, say not s I would not give that bosom pain. My heart is sad, my hopes are gone 1
Farewell to the Muse por Lord Byron Thou Power! who hast ruled me thr Young offspring of Fancy, 'tis ti Then rise on the gale this the las The coldest effusion which springs This bosom, responsive to rapture
Love's Last Adieu por 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
On a Distant View of Harrow por Lord Byron Ye scenes of my childhood, whose l Embitters the present, compar’d wi Where science first dawn’d on the And friendships were form’d, too r Where fancy, yet, joys to retrace
Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not por Lord Byron Remind me not, remind me not, Of those beloved, those vanish’d h When all my soul was given to thee Hours that may never be forgot, Till Time unnerves our vital powe 1 2
Sonnet—to Genevra por 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—
Stanzas for Music por Lord Byron There be none of Beauty’s daughte With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: When, as if its sound were causing
Stanzas to Jessy por Lord Byron There is a mystic thread of life So dearly wreath’d with mine alone That Destiny’s relentless knife At once must sever both, or none. There is a Form on which these ey
The Tear por Lord Byron When Friendship or Love Our sympathies move; When Truth, in a glance, should a The lips may beguile, With a dimple or smile, 3
To a Lady por 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
To M.S.G. por Lord Byron Whene’er I view those lips of thi Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! it were——unhallow’d bliss. Whene’er I dream of that pure bre
To M_________ por Lord Byron Oh! did those eyes, instead of fir With bright, but mild affection sh Though they might kindle less desi Love, more than mortal, would be t For thou art form’d so heavenly fa
To Time por Lord Byron Time! on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly Whose tardy winter, fleeting sprin But drag or drive us on to die—— Hail thou! who on my birth bestowe
Darkness por Lord Byron I had a dream, which was not all a The bright sun was extinguish’d, a Did wander darkling in the eternal Rayless, and pathless, and the icy Swung blind and blackening in the 3
I Saw Thee Weep por Lord Byron I saw thee weep—the big bright tea Came o’er that eye of blue; And then methought it did appear A violet dropping dew: I saw thee smile—the sapphire’s bl 3
Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte por Lord Byron 'Tis done—but yesterday a King! And armed with Kings to strive— And now thou art a nameless thing: So abject—yet alive! Is this the man of thousand throne
Remember Him, Whom Passion's Power por Lord Byron Remember him, whom Passion’s powe Severely——deeply——vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both wer That yielding breast, that melting
Stanzas Composed During a Thunderstorm por Lord Byron Chill and mirk is the nightly blas Where Pindus’ mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of the skies. Our guides are gone, our hope is l
Stanzas to a Lady, on Leaving England por Lord Byron 'Tis done——and shivering in the ga The bark unfurls her snowy sail; And whistling o’er the bending mas Loud sings on high the fresh’ning And I must from this land be gone
Stanzas to the Po por Lord Byron River, that rollest by the ancient Where dwells the Lady of my love, Walks by thy brink, and there perc A faint and fleeting memory of me: What if thy deep and ample stream
There Was a Time, I Need Not Name por Lord Byron There was a time, I need not name Since it will ne’er forgotten be, When all our feelings were the sam As still my soul hath been to thee And from that hour when first thy 3