George Gordon Byron

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

George Gordon Byron Poems

81. Imitation Of Tibullus 3/24/2010
82. Epigram 3/24/2010
83. The Giaour 1/1/2004
84. Thoughts Suggested By A College Examination 3/25/2010
85. On A Distant View Of The Village And School Of The Harrow Hill 3/29/2010
86. On Revisiting Harrow 3/24/2010
87. In The Valley Of The Waters 3/24/2010
88. The Harp The Monarch Minstrel Swept 3/25/2010
89. Lines: Written In 'Letters Of An Italian Nun And An English Gentleman' 3/24/2010
90. Epistle To A Friend, In Answer To Some Lines Exhorting The Author To Be Cheerful, And To Banish Care 3/29/2010
91. On Lord Thurlow's Poems 3/24/2010
92. Stanzas To A Hindoo Air 3/24/2010
93. Lines Written Beneath A Picture 3/24/2010
94. On A Nun 3/24/2010
95. Epigram On My Wedding- Day To Penelope 3/24/2010
96. From The French 3/24/2010
97. The Island: Canto Iii. 3/25/2010
98. The Island: Canto Iv. 3/25/2010
99. Fill The Goblet Again: A Song 3/24/2010
100. On Finding A Fan 3/24/2010
101. In The Valley Of The Waters We Wept O'Er The Day 3/24/2010
102. Epigrams 3/24/2010
103. On Leaving Newstead Abbey 3/24/2010
104. Lines On Hearing That Lady Byron Was Ill 3/29/2010
105. Condolatory Address To Sarah, Countess Of Jersey, On The Prince Regent's Returning Her Picture To Mrs. Mee 3/24/2010
106. Lines In The Travellers' Book At Orchomenus 3/24/2010
107. The Episode Of Nisus And Euryalus 3/25/2010
108. Herod's Lament For Mariamne 3/24/2010
109. The Wild Gazelle 3/25/2010
110. We Sate Down And Wept By The Waters 3/25/2010
111. When I Roved A Young Highlander 3/25/2010
112. The Prayer Of Nature 3/25/2010
113. Address, Spoken At The Opening Of Drury-Lane Theatre. Saturday, October 10, 1812 3/24/2010
114. Stanzas Composed During A Thunderstorm 1/1/2004
115. On My Thirty-Third Birthday, January 22, 1821 3/24/2010
116. If That High World 3/24/2010
117. To Time 1/1/2004
118. To M 1/1/2004
119. To-- : From The French 3/25/2010
120. An Occasional Prologue, Delivered Previous To The Performance Of 'The Wheel Of Fortune' At A Private Theatre 3/24/2010

Comments about George Gordon Byron

  • Truthbomb McGee (6/25/2018 11:41:00 PM)

    How the is THE Lord Byron 117th on this website, this is absolute garbage. Lord Byron was an amzing poet and leader of the romantic movement.

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  • hasan (11/23/2017 7:12:00 AM)

    Why isn't information full about Byron?

  • Sylva Portoian Sylva Portoian (3/16/2012 2:30:00 PM)

    * Byron with the Armenians Spirits in Venice
    In 1816, Byron visited Saint Lazarus Island in Venice, where he acquainted himself with Armenian culture with the help of the abbots belonging to the Mechitarist Order. With the help of Father H. Avgerian, he learned the Armenian language, and attended many seminars about language and history. He wrote English Grammar and Armenian in 1817, and Armenian Grammar and English in 1819, where he included quotations from classical and modern Armenian. Byron also participated in the compilation of the English Armenian dictionary in 1821, and wrote the preface in which he explained the relationship of the Armenians with and the oppression of the Turkish pashas and the Persian satraps, and their struggle of liberation. His two main translations are the Epistle of Paul to the Corinthians, two chapters of Movses Khorenatsi's History of Armenia and sections of Nerses of Lambron's Orations. His fascination was so great that he even considered a replacement of the Cain story of the Bible with that of the legend of Armenian patriarch Haik. He may be credited with the birth of Armenology and its propagation. His profound lyricism and ideological courage has inspired many Armenian poets, the likes of Ghevond Alishan, Smbat Shahaziz, Hovhannes Tumanyan, Ruben Vorberian and others.

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 ...

Read the full of She Walks In Beauty

To M. S. G.

Whene'er I view those lips of thine,
Their hue invites my fervent kiss;
Yet, I forego that bliss divine,
Alas! it were---unhallow'd bliss.

Whene'er I dream of that pure breast,
How could I dwell upon its snows!
Yet, is the daring wish represt,
For that,---would banish its repose.

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