Category Archives: George Gordon Byron

Poem – To M

Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire, With bright, but mild affection shine: Though they might kindle less desire, Love, more than mortal, would be thine. For thou art form’d so heavenly fair, Howe’er those orbs may wildly beam, We … Continue reading

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Poem – To Lord Thurlow

‘I lay my branch of laurel down.  Then thus to form Apollo’s crown.  Let every other bring his own.’~Lord Thurlow’s lines to Mr. Rogers ‘I lay my branch of laurel down.’ Thou ‘lay thy branch of laurel down!’ Why, what … Continue reading

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Poem – To Lesbia

Lesbia! since far from you I’ve ranged, Our souls with fond affection glow not; You say ’tis I, not you, have changed, I’d tell you why,–but yet I know not. Your polish’d brow no cares have crost; And, Lesbia! we … Continue reading

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Poem – To George Earl Delwarr 

Oh! yes, I will own we were dear to each other; The friendships of childhood, though fleeting are true; The love which you felt was the love of a brother, Nor less the affection I cherish’d for you. But Friendship … Continue reading

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Poem – To Florence 

Oh Lady! when I left the shore, The distant shore which gave me birth, I hardly thought to grieve once more To quit another spot on earth: Yet here, amidst this barren isle,  Where panting Nature droops the head, Where … Continue reading

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Francisca – George Gordon Byron

Francisca walks in the shadow of night,  But it is not to gaze on the heavenly light –  But if she sits in her garden bower,  ‘Tis not for the sake of its blowing flower.  She listens – but not … Continue reading

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Don Juan – George Gordon Byron

Dedication Difficile est proprie communia dicere  HOR. Epist. ad PisonI  Bob Southey! You’re a poet–Poet-laureate,  And representative of all the race;  Although ’tis true that you turn’d out a Tory at  Last–yours has lately been a common case;  And now, … Continue reading

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