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The works of Lord Byron

A new, revised and enlarged edition, with illustrations. Edited by Ernest Hartley Coleridge and R. E. Prothero

Byron, George Gordon Byron (1788-1824)

I.

Vol. I. HOURS OF IDLENESS AND OTHER EARLY POEMS.

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POEMS 1809–1813.

THE GIRL OF CADIZ.

LINES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM, AT MALTA.

STANZAS COMPOSED DURING A THUNDERSTORM.

STANZAS WRITTEN IN PASSING THE AMBRACIAN GULF.

THE SPELL IS BROKE, THE CHARM IS FLOWN!

WRITTEN AFTER SWIMMING FROM SESTOS TO ABYDOS.

LINES IN THE TRAVELLERS' BOOK AT ORCHOMENUS.

MAID OF ATHENS, ERE WE PART.

FRAGMENT FROM THE “MONK OF ATHOS.”

LINES WRITTEN BENEATH A PICTURE.

TRANSLATION OF THE FAMOUS GREEK WAR SONG, “Δευτε παιδες των Ελληνων.”

TRANSLATION OF THE ROMAIC SONG, “Μπενω μεσ' το περιβολι, Ωραιοτατη Χαηδη,” κ.τ.λ.

FAREWELL TO MALTA.

NEWSTEAD ABBEY.

EPISTLE TO A FRIEND,

AWAY, AWAY, YE NOTES OF WOE!

ONE STRUGGLE MORE, AND I AM FREE.

AND THOU ART DEAD, AS YOUNG AND FAIR.

LINES TO A LADY WEEPING.

IF SOMETIMES IN THE HAUNTS OF MEN.

ON A CORNELIAN HEART WHICH WAS BROKEN.

THE CHAIN I GAVE.

LINES WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY.

ADDRESS, SPOKEN AT THE OPENING OF DRURY-LANE THEATRE, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1812.

PARENTHETICAL ADDRESS.

VERSES FOUND IN A SUMMER-HOUSE AT HALES-OWEN.

REMEMBER THEE! REMEMBER THEE!

TRANSLATION OF A ROMAIC LOVE SONG.

THOU ART NOT FALSE, BUT THOU ART FICKLE.

ON BEING ASKED WHAT WAS THE “ORIGIN OF LOVE.”

ON THE QUOTATION, “And my true faith can alter never, Though thou art gone perhaps for ever.”

REMEMBER HIM, WHOM PASSION'S POWER.

IMPROMPTU, IN REPLY TO A FRIEND.

FROM THE PORTUGUESE.

THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS.

ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE.

HEBREW MELODIES.

POEMS 1814–1816.

THE SIEGE OF CORINTH.

POEMS OF THE SEPARATION.

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And you, associate Bards! who snatched to light
Those gems too long withheld from modern sight;

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Whose mingling taste combined to cull the wreath
While Attic flowers Aonian odours breathe,
And all their renovated fragrance flung,
To grace the beauties of your native tongue;
Now let those minds, that nobly could transfuse
The glorious Spirit of the Grecian Muse,
Though soft the echo, scorn a borrowed tone:
Resign Achaia's lyre, and strike your own.

The translators of the Anthology have since published separate poems, which evince genius that only requires opportunity to attain eminence.