George Gordon Byron

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

George Gordon Byron Poems

241. Lines Inscribed Upon A Cup Formed From A Skull 1/1/2004
242. Napoleon's Farewell (From The French) 3/24/2010
243. The Isles Of Greece 1/1/2004
244. Stanzas For Music: There's Not A Joy The World Can Give 1/1/2004
245. Don Juan: Canto The Eighth 1/1/2004
246. Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte 3/24/2010
247. Lachin Y Gair 1/1/2004
248. Stanzas Written On The Road Between Florence And Pisa 1/1/2004
249. Euthanasia 3/24/2010
250. The Corsair 3/24/2010
251. Maid Of Athens, Ere We Part 3/29/2010
252. On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year 1/1/2004
253. Dear Doctor, I Have Read Your Play 1/1/2004
254. Fare Thee Well 3/24/2010
255. Don Juan: Canto The Eleventh 1/1/2004
256. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto Iii. 3/29/2010
257. Thy Days Are Done 1/1/2004
258. Prometheus 1/1/2004
259. Written After Swimming From Sestos To Abydos 1/1/2004
260. Adieu, Adieu! My Native Shore 3/24/2010
261. The Vision Of Judgment 1/1/2004
262. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto Ii. 3/24/2010
263. The Prisoner Of Chillon 1/1/2004
264. Lara 1/1/2004
265. Sun Of The Sleepless! 1/1/2004
266. I Saw Thee Weep 3/24/2010
267. A Spirit Passed Before Me [from Job] 3/24/2010
268. Away, Away, Ye Notes Of Woe! 3/24/2010
269. There Was A Time, I Need Not Name 1/1/2004
270. There Be None Of Beauty's Daughters 1/1/2004
271. The First Kiss Of Love 3/25/2010
272. Francisca 3/24/2010
273. Damætas 3/24/2010
274. Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not 1/1/2004
275. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto Iv. 3/29/2010
276. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto I. 3/24/2010
277. A Fragment: When, To Their Airy Hall 3/24/2010
278. The Dream 1/1/2004
279. The Dark, Blue Sea 3/24/2010
280. Bright Be The Place Of Thy Soul! 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 ...

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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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