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

(in alphabetical order) And Thou Art Dead, as Young and Fair By the Rivers of Babylon We Sat Down and Wept Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Cantos One through Four Darkness Dear Doctor, I Have Read Your Play The Destruction of Sennacherib Don Juan: Dedication English Bards and Scotch Reviewers Epistle to Augusta Fare Thee Well Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer The Harp the Monarch Minstrel Swept I Would I Were a Careless Child Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog John Keats Lachin Y Gair Lara Lines Inscribed Upon a Cup Formed from a Skull Lines to Mr. Hodgson Written on Board the Lisbon Packet Manfred My Soul is Dark Oh! Snatched Away in Beauty's Bloom On This Day I Complete My Thirty-sixth Year Prometheus Remember Thee! Remember Thee! 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.") To Thyrza Versicles 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