George Gordon Byron
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|
|285.||Don Juan: Canto The First||1/1/2004|
|286.||And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?||3/24/2010|
|287.||Dear Doctor, I Have Read Your Play||1/1/2004|
|288.||I Would I Were A Careless Child||1/1/2004|
|289.||It Is The Hour||1/1/2004|
|290.||My Soul Is Dark||1/1/2004|
|292.||I Speak Not, I Trace Not, I Breathe Not Thy Name||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|
Comments about George Gordon Byron
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; ...
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.