George Gordon Byron
George Gordon Byron Poems
|281.||Remember Him, Whom Passion's Power||1/1/2004|
|282.||The Destruction Of Sennacherib||1/1/2004|
|283.||Don Juan: Canto The First||1/1/2004|
|285.||And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?||3/24/2010|
|286.||Dear Doctor, I Have Read Your Play||1/1/2004|
|288.||It Is The Hour||1/1/2004|
|289.||I Would I Were A Careless Child||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
So We'Ll Go No More A-Roving
So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.
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.