George Gordon Byron

[Lord Byron] (22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824 / London, England)

George Gordon Byron Poems

41. Translation Of The Epitaph On Virgil And Tibullus By Domitius Marsus 3/25/2010
42. The Conquest 3/24/2010
43. Vision Of Belshazzar 3/25/2010
44. Don Juan: Canto The Sixteenth 3/24/2010
45. To Eliza 1/1/2004
46. Epistle From Mr. Murray To Dr. Polidori 3/24/2010
47. Epitaph For Joseph Blackett, Late Poet And Shoemaker 3/24/2010
48. Well! Thou Art Happy 3/25/2010
49. Epigram, On The Braziers' Company Having Resolved To Present An Address To Queen Caroline 3/24/2010
50. Fragment Of An Epistle To Thomas Moore 3/24/2010
51. From Anacreon: 'Twas Now The Hour When Night Had Driven 3/24/2010
52. Granta: A Medley 3/24/2010
53. Epitaph For William Pitt 3/24/2010
54. To Romance 1/1/2004
55. Translation Of A Romaic Love Song 3/25/2010
56. To A Vain Lady 3/25/2010
57. Epitaph On John Adams, Of Southwell - A Carrier, Who Died Of Drunkenness 3/24/2010
58. On The Bust Of Helen By Canova 3/24/2010
59. Martial, Lib. I, Epig. I. 3/24/2010
60. Epistle To Mr. Murray 3/29/2010
61. Epitaph 3/24/2010
62. Translation Of The Famous Greek War Song 3/25/2010
63. On Moore's Last Operatic Farce, Or Farcical Opera 3/24/2010
64. On The Birth Of John William Rizzo Hoppner 3/24/2010
65. On The Star Of 'The Legion Of Honour' (From The French) 3/24/2010
66. Sonnet To George The Fourth, On The Repeal Of Lord Edward Fitzgerald's Forfeiture 3/24/2010
67. Substitute For An Epitaph 3/24/2010
68. Stanzas To A Lady, With The Poems Of Camoëns 3/24/2010
69. On The Day Of The Destruction Of Jerusalem By Titus 3/24/2010
70. The Irish Avatar 3/25/2010
71. The Lament Of Tasso 3/25/2010
72. On The Death Of Mr. Fox 3/24/2010
73. From The Prometheus Vinctus Of Aeschylus 3/24/2010
74. Impromptu, In Reply To A Friend 3/24/2010
75. The Devil's Drive: An Unfinished Rhapsody 3/29/2010
76. Oscar Of Alva: A Tale 3/24/2010
77. L'Amitté Est L'Amour 3/24/2010
78. Lines Addressed To The Rev. J. T. Becher, On His Advising The Author To Mix More With Society 3/24/2010
79. The Charity Ball 3/24/2010
80. Impromptu 3/24/2010
Best Poem of George Gordon Byron

She Walks In Beauty

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 mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that ...

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To Eliza

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.

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