George Gordon Byron

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

George Gordon Byron Poems

281. Love's Last Adieu 1/1/2004
282. Remember Him, Whom Passion's Power 1/1/2004
283. The Destruction Of Sennacherib 1/1/2004
284. The Dream 1/1/2004
285. Don Juan: Canto The First 1/1/2004
286. Solitude 1/1/2004
287. I Would I Were A Careless Child 1/1/2004
288. And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low? 3/24/2010
289. My Soul Is Dark 1/1/2004
290. It Is The Hour 1/1/2004
291. To Caroline 1/1/2004
292. I Speak Not, I Trace Not, I Breathe Not Thy Name 3/24/2010
293. Darkness 3/24/2010
294. So We'Ll Go No More A-Roving 1/1/2004
295. There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods 3/25/2010
296. When We Two Parted 1/1/2004
297. She Walks In Beauty 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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When We Two Parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

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