Category: Lord Byron
Farewell
by Lord Byron
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal availed on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky, 'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh: Oh! more than… Read the rest
From the Turkish
by Lord Byron
1. The chain I gave was fair to view, The lute I added sweet in sound, The heart that offered both was true, And ill deserv'd the fate it found. 2. These gifts were charm'd by secret… Read the rest
Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog
by Lord Byron
Near this Spot are deposited the Remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity; Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferosity, and all the virtues of Man without his Vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if… Read the rest
She Walks in Beauty
by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to… Read the rest
Sonnet I
by Lord Byron
Thine eyes blue tenderness, thy long fair hair, And the wan lustre of thy features—caught From contemplation—where serenely wrought, Seems Sorrow's softness charm'd from its despair— Have thrown such speaking sadness in thine air, That—but I know… Read the rest
Sonnet II
by Lord Byron
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, My heart would wish away that ruder glow:—… Read the rest
The Age of Bronze
by Lord Byron
The "good old times"—all times when old are good— Are gone; the present might be if they would; Great things have been, and are, and greater still Want little of mere mortals but their will: A wider… Read the rest
The Prisoner of Chillon
by Lord Byron
My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men’s have grown from sudden fears; My limbs are bow’d, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose,… Read the rest
To a Lady Weeping
by Lord Byron
To a Lady weeping. Weep, daughter of a royal line, A Sire's disgrace, a realm's decay; Ah, happy! if each tear of thine Could wash a father's fault away! Weep—for thy tears are Virtue's tears— Auspicious to… Read the rest