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A Fragment
(“When, to their airy hall, my fathers’ voice”)
A parody upon
“The Little Grey Man”
A Song for the
Suliotes
A Valentine
(“When Beauty lends her aid to Youth”)
A year ago,
you swore, fond she!
1812
Adieu to the
Muse
Adrian ’s
Address to his Soul, when Dying
Again deceived!
again betrayed!
Age of Bronze,
The
Ah Memory torture
me no more
Ah, why should
hoary age complain
Ah heedless
girl!
All is Vanity,
Saith the Preacher
An Occasional
Prologue delivered previous to the performance of “The Wheel
of Fortune”
An Ode to the
Framers of the Frame Bill
And thou art
Dead, as Young and Fair
And thy true
faith can alter never?
And wilt thou
weep when I am low?
Answer to a
beautiful poem, written by Montgomery
Answer to some
Elegant Verses, sent by a Friend to the Author, complaining that
one of his descriptions was rather too warmly drawn
Answer to the
above, address’d to Miss ——
Aristomenes
As by the fixed
decrees of Heaven
As the Author
was discharging his pistols in a garden ...
As the Liberty
lads o’er the sea
As relics left
of saints above
Beppo
Blues, The
Brave Champions!
go on with the farce!
Bride of Abydos
, The
Bright be the
Place of thy Soul
Bright be the
Place of Thy Soul!
Cain
Childe Harold’s
Pilgrimage I and II
Childe Harold’s
Pilgrimage III
Childe Harold’s
Pilgrimage IV
Childish Recollections
.
Churchill’s
Grave
Corsair, The
Could love for
ever
Curse of Minerva,
The
Damœtas
Darkness
Dear Doctor,
I have read your play
Deformed Transformed,
The
Devil’s
Drive, The
Don Juan I
Don Juan II
Don Juan III
Don Juan IV
Don Juan V
Don Juan VI
Don Juan VII
Don Juan VIII
Don Juan IX
Don Juan X
Don Juan XI
Don Juan XII
Don Juan XIII
Don Juan XIV
Don Juan XV
Don Juan XVI
Don Juan XVII
Dream, The
Egotism
Elegy on Newstead
Abbey
English Bards
and Scotch Reviewers
Epilogue to
The Merchant of Venice Intended for a Private Theatrical
Epistle to Augusta
(My sister, my sweet sister – if a name)
Episode of Nisus
and Euryalus
.
Epitaph for
Joseph Blackett, late Poet and Shoemaker
Epitaph on a
Friend
.
Epitaph on John
Adams of Southwell, a carrier who died of Drunkenness
Epitaph on Mrs.
Byron
Epitaph
Fare Thee Well!
Farewell Petition
to J.C.H. Esq., Constantinople, June 7th 1810
Farewell to
Malta , May 26th, 1811
Farewell! if
ever Fondest Prayer
Fill the Goblet
Again!
For Orford and
for Waldegrave
Fragments of
school exercises, from the Prometheus Vinctus of Æschylus
Francesca of
Rimini
Francisca
From Crown and
Mitre Wit alike hath flown
The Giaour
Harriet! to
see such Circumspection
Heaven and Earth
Here once engaged
the Stranger’s view
Here’s
a happy new year! but with reason
Herod’s
Lament for Mariamne
Hints from Horace
Horace, Ode
3. lib. 3.
I cannot talk
of Love to thee
I read the “Christabel”;
I Saw Thee Weep
I Speak not
– I trace not – I breathe not
I watched thee
when the foe was at our side –
I’d give
the lands of Deloraine –
If Sometimes
in the Haunts of Men
If That High
World
Imitated from
Catullus / To Ellen
Imitation of
Tibullus “Sulpicia ad cerintum.”
Impromptu, on
seeing a Wedding
Impromptu reply
to some very elegant stanzas from a Lady on “Friendship”
In digging up
your bones, Tom Paine,
In Nottingham
county there lives at Swine Green
In the Valley
of Waters
In those young
days so fond and fair
Inscription
on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog
Irish Avatar,
The
Island, The
It Is the Hour
It seems that
the Braziers propose soon to pass
Jephtha’s
Daughter
Just half a
Pedagogue, and half a Fop
L’Amitié
est L’Amour sans Ailes
Lachin y. Gair
Lachin Y. Gair.
Lara
Lines addressed
to the Rev. J.T.Becher
Lines composed
on the occasion of His Royal Highness the Prince Regent being
seen standing between the coffins of Henry VIII and Charles I,
in the royal vault at Windsor
Lines in a travellers’
book at Mrs Macri’s house in Athens
Lines in “Letters
of an Italian Nun and an English Gentleman,” by J.J.Rousseau,
founded on Facts
Lines inscribed
upon a Cup formed from a Skull
Lines on hearing
that Lady Byron was ill
Lines to a Lady
Weeping
Lines to Mr.
Hodgson written on board the Lisbon Packet
Lines written
after a fever
Lines Written
Beneath an Elm, in the Churchyard of Harrow on the Hill
Lines written
in an album at Malta
Love’s
last Adieu!
Magdalen
Manfred
Marino Faliero
Mazeppa
Monody on Sheridan
Mrs. Wilmot
sate scribbling a play –
My boat is on
the shore,
My Boy Hobbie,
O
My dear Mr.
Murray,
My Soul is Dark
Napoleon’s
Farewell
No infant Sotheby
whose dauntless head
Oblivion should
ever be Pedantry’s lot
Ode (from the
French)
Ode on the 2d
January 1821
Ode to Napoleon
Buonaparte
Of all the twice
ten thousand bards
Of Turdsworth
the great Metaquizzical poet
Oh you, who
in all names can tickle the town
Oh! little lock
of golden hue
Oh! Snatched
Away in Beauty’s Bloom
Oh! Weep for
Those
Oh, Castlereagh!
thou art a patriot now;
Oh, talk not
to me of a name great in story
On a distant
view of the Village and School of Harrow on the Hill
On a Change
of Masters, at a great Public School
On a Cornelian
Heart which was Broken
On Canova’s
Helen
On finding a
fan of Miss Anne Houson
On Jordan ’s
Banks
On leaving Newstead
Abbey
On Parting
On Southey –
Detached Thought
On the birth
of John William Rizzo Hoppner
On the Day of
the Destruction of Jerusalem by Titus
On the Death
of a Young Lady, Cousin to the Author and very dear to him
On the Death
of Mr. Fox
On the Eyes
of Miss Anne Houson
On the Star
of the “Legion of Honour”
On this day
I complete my thirty sixth year. –
Once fairly
set out on his party of pleasure,
Oscar of Alva
Pall Mall lay
all sparkling before me
Parenthetical
Address, by Dr. Plagiary
Parisina
Parody on Sir
William Jones’s Translation from Hafiz
Posterity will
ne’er survey
Pretty Miss
Jacqueline
Prisoner of
Chillon, The
Prometheus
Question and
Answer
Remember him
whom Passion’s power
Remember Thee!
Remember Thee!
Remembrance
Remind me not,
remind me not
Reply to some
verses of J.M.B.Pigot, Esq. on the cruelty of his mistress
Rhyming Games
Sardanapalus
Saul
She Walks in
Beauty
Siege of Corinth,
The
Since the feuds
of our fathers descend on their race
A Sketch from
Private Life
So, we’ll
go no more a-roving
Soliloquy of
a Bard in the Country
Song (“If
I had an Edication”)
Song (“When
I roved, a young Highlander”)
Song of Saul,
before his last Battle
Song, ??? µ??,
s?? ??ap?
Sonnet on the
nuptials of the Marquis Antonio Cavalli with the Countess Clelia
Rasponi of Ravenna
Sonnet. To Genevra;
Thine eyes’ blue tenderness
Sonnet. To Genevra;
Thy cheek is pale with thought
Away, away,
ye notes of Woe!”)
Stanzas for
Music (“There be none of Beauty’s daughters”)
Stanzas for
Music (“There’s not a joy the world can give”)
Stanzas on the
Death of the Duke of Dorset
Stanzas to a
Hindoo Air
Stanzas to a
Lady on Leaving England
Stanzas to a
Lady on Leaving England
Stanzas to a
Lady, with the Poems of Camoens
Stanzas to Augusta
(Though the day of my destiny’s over)
Stanzas to Jessy
Stanzas to the
Po
Stanzas written
in passing the Ambracian Gulph
Stornelli
Strahan, Tonson,
Lintot of the times,
Substitute for
an epitaph, January 12th 1810
Sun of the Sleepless!
The Adieu
The Cornelian
The Dead have
been awakened – shall I sleep?
The Death of
Calmar and Orla
The Destruction
of Semnacherib
The Edinburgh
Ladies’ Petition to Doctor Moyes, and his Reply
The Farewell
to a Lady
The First Kiss
of Love
The Harp the
Monarch Minstrel Swept
The Lament of
Tasso
The Monk of
Athos
The Prophecy
of Dante
The same (as
Written after a Fever)
The Tear
The Wild Gazelle
The world is
a bundle of hay,
Then peace to
thy spirit, my earliest Friend
There is no
more for me to hope
There was a
time, I need not name
They say that
Hope is happiness
Thou “lay
thy branch of laurel down!”
Thou art not
False, but thou art Fickle
Thoughts suggested
by a College Examination
Three poems
for Lady Blessington
Thy Days Are
Done
’Tis said
– Indifference marks the present time
To —————
To ——
To ——.
(“Think’st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes)
To ——.
(“Oh! when shall the grave hide forever my sorrow?”)
To a Beautiful
Quaker
To a Knot of
ungenerous Critics
To a Lady, who
presented the Author a lock of hair
To a Lady who
presented the Author with the velvet Band which bound her Tresses
To Anne (“Oh!
Anne, your offences to me have been grievous”)
To a Youthful
Friend
To A. ——
To an Oak in
the Garden of Newstead Abbey
To Augusta (When
all around grew drear and dark)
To be the father
of the fatherless,
To Belshazzar
To Caroline
(“You say you love”)
To D——
To D. ——
(“In thee, I fondly hop’d to clasp”)
To E——-
(“Let Folly smile, to view the names”)
To Edward Noel
Long Esq
To Florence
To George, Earl
Delawarr
To hook the
reader, you, John Murray,
To Julia! (“Julia!
since far from you’ve ranged”)
To M———
To Miss E.P.
(“Eliza! what fools are the mussulman sect”)
To M.S.G. (“Whene’er
I view those lips of thine”)
To M.S.G.
To Maria (“Since
now the hour is come at last”)
To Marion
To Mary (“Rack’d
by the flames”)
To Mary, on
receiving her Picture
To Miss B[?],
an ancient Virgin
To My Dear Mary
Anne
To my Son
To One who promised
on a Lock of Hair
To Penelope,
or On the same day to Medea
To Romance
To Teresa Guiccioli
To the author
of a Sonnet beginning thus, “Sad is my verse” you
cry & yet no tear, &c.
To the Duke
of Dorset
To the Earl
of Clare
To the Sighing
Strephon
To the same
(“Oh, say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have decreed”)
To these fox
hunters in a long frost
To those Ladies
who have so kindly defended the Author from the attacks of unprovoked
Malignity
One struggle
more, and I am free”)
To Thyrza ("Without
a stone to mark the spot")
.
Translation
from the Medea of Euripides
Translation
from Vittorelli. On a Nun
Translation
of a Romaic love song
Translation
of the Epitaph of Virgil and Tibullus by Domitius Marsus
Translation
of the famous Greek war song ?e?te pa?de? t?? ???????, written
by Riga
Translation
of the Nurse’s dole in the Medea of Euripides
Translation
of the Romaic song, ?p??? µes’ t? pe??ß???,
’O?a??t?t? ?a?d?, &c.
Two Foscari,
The
Unlike the offence,
though like would be the fate,
Venice . An
Ode
Verses, written
in compliance with a Lady’s request to contribute to her
Album
Vision of Belshazzar
Vision of Judgement,
The
Vow not at all
Waltz
We Sate Down
and Wept By the Waters of Babel
Well! thou art
happy, and I feel
Were My Bosom
as False as Thou Deem’st It To Be
Werner
What are to
me those honours and renown
What are you
doing now
What matter
the pangs of a husband and father,
What news, what
news Queen Orraca?
“What
say I?” – not a syllable further in prose
When a man hath
no freedom to fight for at home,
When Coldness
Wraps This Suffering Clay
When I hear
you express an affection so warm”)
When I roved,
a young Highlander
When royal George
the mitre placed
Who gains the
bays and annual Malmsey barrel –
Who kill’d
John Keats?
Why, how now,
saucy Tom?
With death doom’d
to grapple,
Women, ’tis
said, when once found doubting
Would you go
to the House by the true gate
Written after
swimming from Sestos to Abydos
Written at Athens
, January 16th, 1810 (“The spell is broke; the charm is
flown!”)
Written Beneath
a Picture (“Dear object of defeated care!”)
Written on a
blank leaf of The Pleasures of Memory
Written shortly
after the marriage of Miss Chawort
Yet fain would
I resist the spell
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