George Gordon Byron

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

George Gordon Byron Poems

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



The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, [2]
And slavery half forgets her feudal chain;
He, their unhoped, but unforgotten lord —

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