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George Gordon, Lord Byron
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(1788-1824)
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'All Is Vanity,' Saith the Preacher
Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine,
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Adieu, Adieu! My Native Land
Adieu, adieu! my native shore
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And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair
And thou art dead, as young and fair
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And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?
And wilt thou weep when I am low?
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Bride of Abydos, The
"Had we never loved so kindly,
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By the Rivers of Babylon We Sat Down and Wept
We sat down and wept by the waters
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Churchill's Grave
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed
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Damaetas
In law an infant, and in years a boy,
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Darkness
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
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Destruction of Sennacherib, The
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
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Dream, The
Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world,
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Euthanasia
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring
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Farewell To The Muse
Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days
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Giaour, The
No breath of air to break the wave
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I Saw Thee Weep
I saw thee weep---the big bright tear
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I Speak Not
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;
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I Would I Were a Careless Child
I would I were a careless child,
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I would to heaven that I were so much clay
I would to heaven that I were so much clay,
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Isles of Greece, The
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
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It Is the Hour
It is the hour when from the boughs
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John Keats
Who killed John Keats?
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Lachin Y Gair
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses!
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Lara
The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain,
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Love's Last Adieu
The roses of Love glad the garden of life,
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Maid of Athens, ere we part
Maid of Athens, ere we part,
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Mazeppa
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day,
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My Soul is Dark
My soul is dark - Oh! quickly string
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Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte
'Tis done---but yesterday a King!
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Oh! Snatched Away in Beauty's Bloom
Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom,
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Oh! Weep for Those
Oh! Weep for those that wept by Babel's stream,
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On A Distant View Of Harrow
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection
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On the Castle of Chillon
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
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Prisoner of Chillon, The
My hair is gray, but not with years,
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Prometheus
Titan! to whose immortal eyes
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Remember Him, Whom Passion's Power
Remember him, whom Passion's power
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Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not
Remind me not, remind me not,
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Reply to Some Verses of J.M.B. Pigot, Esq.
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain,
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She Walks In Beauty
She walks in Beauty, like the night
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Siege and Conquest of Alhama, The
The Moorish King rides up and down,
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Siege of Corinth, The
Many a vanish'd year and age,
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So We'll Go No More a-Roving
So we'll go no more a-roving
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Solitude
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
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Song of Saul Before His Last Battle
Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword
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Sonnet to Lake Leman
Rousseau -- Voltaire -- our Gibbon -- De Staël --
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Sonnet---to Genevra
Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe,
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Stanzas Composed During A Thunderstorm
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast,
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Stanzas For Music
There be none of Beauty's daughters
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Stanzas To A Lady, On Leaving England
'Tis done---and shivering in the gale
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Stanzas To Jessy
There is a mystic thread of life
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Stanzas To The Po
River, that rollest by the ancient walls,
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Tear, The
When Friendship or Love
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There Be None of Beauty's Daughters
There be none of Beauty's daughters
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There Was A Time, I Need Not Name
There was a time, I need not name,
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Thou Whose Spell Can Raise the Dead
Thou whose spell can raise the dead,
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Thy Days Are Done
Thy days are done, thy fame begun;
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To A Beautiful Quaker
Sweet girl! though only once we met
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To A Lady
O! had my Fate been join'd with thine,
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To Caroline
Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes,
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To M
Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire,
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To M. S. G.
Whene'er I view those lips of thine,
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To Mary, On Receiving Her Picture
This faint resemblance of thy charms,
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To Romance
Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
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To Thomas Moore
My boat is on the shore,
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To Time
Time! on whose arbitrary wing
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Vision of Judgment, The
Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate:
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When Coldness Wraps This Suffering Clay
When coldness wraps this suffering clay,
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When We Two Parted
When we two parted
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Written After Swimming from Sestos to Abydos
If, in the month of dark December,
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