Lord Byron: Selected Poetry
I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion, and that there is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?
Lord Byron, in a letter to Thomas Moore, 5 July 1821
Please note: the following poems will be added eventually; I apologize for any inconvenience.
She Walks in Beauty
So We'll Go No More a Roving
Song of Saul Before His Last Battle
Sonnet on Chillon
Sonnet to Lake Leman
Stanzas for Music 1815
Stanzas for Music 1816
Stanzas to Augusta
Stanzas Written on the Road Between Florence and Pisa
The Vision of Judgment
The World is a Bundle of Hay
To a Beautiful Quaker
To Edward Noel Long, Esq.
To a Lady Who Presented to the Author a Lock of Hair Braided with His Own, and Appointed at a Night in December to Meet Him in the Garden
To M.S.G. (manuscript titled "G.G.B. to E.P.")
When Coldness Wraps This Suffering Clay
When a Man Hath No Freedom to Fight for at Home
When We Two Parted
Written After Swimming from Sestos to Abydos