George Gordon Byron

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

George Gordon Byron Poems

161. Beppo, A Venetian Story 3/24/2010
162. Churchill's Grave: A Fact Literally Rendered 3/24/2010
163. Thou Art Not False, But Thou Art Fickle 3/25/2010
164. Answer To Some Elegant Verses Sent By A Friend To The Author, Complaining That One Of His Descriptions Was Rather Too Warmly Drawn 3/24/2010
165. On The Death Of A Young Lady 3/24/2010
166. Stanzas Written In Passing The Ambracian Gulf 3/24/2010
167. Don Juan: Canto The Fifteenth 3/24/2010
168. Elegiac Stanzas On The Death Of Sir Peter Parker, Bart. 3/24/2010
169. The Spell Is Broke, The Charm Is Flown! 3/25/2010
170. On Leaving Newstead Abbey 3/24/2010
171. To A Lady, Who Presented The Author With The Velvet Band Which Bound Her Tresses 3/25/2010
172. The Island: Canto I. 3/25/2010
173. To D-- 3/25/2010
174. Epistle To Augusta 3/29/2010
175. Don Juan: Canto The Second 1/1/2004
176. To Caroline: Oh When Shall The Grave Hide 3/25/2010
177. Written Shortly After The Marriage Of Miss Chaworth 3/25/2010
178. Don Juan: Canto The Ninth 3/24/2010
179. Mazeppa 3/24/2010
180. Stanzas To Augusta 1/1/2004
181. On Napoleon's Escape From Elba 3/24/2010
182. Don Juan: Canto The Seventeenth 3/24/2010
183. The Siege Of Corinth 1/1/2004
184. Lines Written On A Blank Leaf Of 'The Pleasures Of Memory' 3/24/2010
185. Impromptus 1/1/2004
186. John Keats 3/24/2010
187. Farewell To Malta 3/24/2010
188. To A Beautiful Quaker 3/25/2010
189. Stanzas To Jessy 1/1/2004
190. Sonnet To Lake Leman 1/1/2004
191. Endorsement To The Deed Of Separation In The April Of 1816 3/24/2010
192. Don Juan: Canto The Fourth 3/24/2010
193. Epitaph To A Dog 11/27/2014
194. Stanzas: When A Man Hath No Freedom 3/24/2010
195. Ode On Venice 3/24/2010
196. Childish Recollections 3/24/2010
197. On Parting 3/24/2010
198. The Chain I Gave: From The Turkish 3/24/2010
199. Don Juan: Canto The Fourteenth 3/24/2010
200. On Being Asked What Was The 'Origin Of Love' 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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