George Gordon Byron
George Gordon Byron Poems
|281.||Love's Last Adieu||1/1/2004|
|282.||Remember Him, Whom Passion's Power||1/1/2004|
|283.||The Destruction Of Sennacherib||1/1/2004|
|285.||Don Juan: Canto The First||1/1/2004|
|286.||I Would I Were A Careless Child||1/1/2004|
|287.||And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?||3/24/2010|
|288.||Dear Doctor, I Have Read Your Play||1/1/2004|
|289.||It Is The Hour||1/1/2004|
|290.||My Soul Is Dark||1/1/2004|
|292.||I Speak Not, I Trace Not, I Breathe Not Thy Name||3/24/2010|
|294.||So We'Ll Go No More A-Roving||1/1/2004|
|295.||There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods||3/25/2010|
|296.||When We Two Parted||1/1/2004|
|297.||She Walks In Beauty||3/24/2010|
Comments about George Gordon Byron
When We Two Parted
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow-
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shrudder comes o'er me-
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee so...
Eliza, what fools are the Mussulman sect,
Who to woman deny the soul's future existence!
Could they see thee, Eliza, they'd own their defect,
And this doctrine would meet with a general resistance.
Had their prophet possess'd half an atom of sense,
He ne'er would have woman from paradise driven;
Instead of his houris, a flimsy pretence,
With woman alone he had peopled his heaven.