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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)

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

Fugitive Pieces.

ON LEAVING NEWSTEAD ABBEY.

TO E---

ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY, COUSIN TO THE AUTHOR, AND VERY DEAR TO HIM.

TO D---

TO CAROLINE.

TO EMMA.

FRAGMENTS OF SCHOOL EXERCISES: FROM THE “PROMETHEUS VINCTUS” OF ÆSCHYLUS.

LINES

ON A CHANGE OF MASTERS AT A GREAT PUBLIC SCHOOL.

EPITAPH ON A BELOVED FRIEND.

ADRIAN'S ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL WHEN DYING.

A FRAGMENT.

TO CAROLINE.

ON A DISTANT VIEW OF THE VILLAGE AND SCHOOL OF HARROW ON THE HILL, 1806.

TO MARY,

ON THE DEATH OF MR. FOX

TO A LADY WHO PRESENTED TO THE AUTHOR A LOCK OF HAIR BRAIDED WITH HIS OWN, AND APPOINTED A NIGHT IN DECEMBER TO MEET HIM IN THE GARDEN.

TO A BEAUTIFUL QUAKER.

TO LESBIA!

TO WOMAN.

AN OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE,

TO ELIZA.

THE TEAR.

REPLY TO SOME VERSES OF J. M. B. PIGOT, ESQ., ON THE CRUELTY OF HIS MISTRESS.

GRANTA. A MEDLEY.

TO THE SIGHING STREPHON.

THE CORNELIAN.

TO M---

LINES ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.

TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS.

TRANSLATION OF THE EPITAPH ON VIRGIL AND TIBULLUS, BY DOMITIUS MARSUS.

IMITATION OF TIBULLUS.

TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS.

IMITATED FROM CATULLUS.

Poems on Various Occasions.

TO M. S. G.

STANZAS TO A LADY, WITH THE POEMS OF CAMOËNS.

TO M. S. G.

TRANSLATION FROM HORACE.

THE FIRST KISS OF LOVE.

CHILDISH RECOLLECTIONS.

ANSWER TO A BEAUTIFUL POEM, WRITTEN BY MONTGOMERY, AUTHOR OF “THE WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND,” ETC., ENTITLED “THE COMMON LOT.”

LOVE'S LAST ADIEU.

LINES.

ANSWER TO SOME ELEGANT VERSES SENT BY A FRIEND TO THE AUTHOR, COMPLAINING THAT ONE OF HIS DESCRIPTIONS WAS RATHER TOO WARMLY DRAWN.

ELEGY ON NEWSTEAD ABBEY.

Hours of Idleness.

TO GEORGE, EARL DELAWARR.

DAMÆTAS.

TO MARION.

OSCAR OF ALVA.

TRANSLATION FROM ANACREON.

FROM ANACREON.

THE EPISODE OF NISUS AND EURYALUS.

TRANSLATION FROM THE “MEDEA” OF EURIPIDES [Ll. 627–660].

LACHIN Y GAIR.

TO ROMANCE.

THE DEATH OF CALMAR AND ORLA.

TO EDWARD NOEL LONG, ESQ.

TO A LADY.

Poems Original and Translated.

WHEN I ROVED A YOUNG HIGHLANDER.

TO THE DUKE OF DORSET.

TO THE EARL OF CLARE.

I WOULD I WERE A CARELESS CHILD.

LINES WRITTEN BENEATH AN ELM IN THE CHURCHYARD OF HARROW.

Early poems from Various Sources.

FRAGMENT.

REMEMBRANCE.

TO A LADY

TO A KNOT OF UNGENEROUS CRITICS.

SOLILOQUY OF A BARD IN THE COUNTRY.

L'AMITIÉ EST L'AMOUR SANS AILES.

THE PRAYER OF NATURE.

TRANSLATION FROM ANACREON.

[OSSIAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN IN “CARTHON.”]

ON THE EYES OF MISS A--- H---

TO A VAIN LADY.

TO ANNE.

EGOTISM. A LETTER TO J. T. BECHER.

TO ANNE.

TO THE AUTHOR OF A SONNET

ON FINDING A FAN.

FAREWELL TO THE MUSE.

TO AN OAK AT NEWSTEAD.

ON REVISITING HARROW.

THERE WAS A TIME, I NEED NOT NAME.

AND WILT THOU WEEP WHEN I AM LOW?

REMIND ME NOT, REMIND ME NOT.

TO A YOUTHFUL FRIEND.

LINES INSCRIBED UPON A CUP FORMED FROM A SKULL.

WELL! THOU ART HAPPY.

INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG.

TO A LADY,

FILL THE GOBLET AGAIN.

STANZAS TO A LADY, ON LEAVING ENGLAND.

ENGLISH BARDS, AND SCOTCH REVIEWERS; BY LORD BYRON.

Preface

[section]

HINTS FROM HORACE:

THE CURSE OF MINERVA.

THE WALTZ: By Horace Hornem, Esq.

To THE PUBLISHER.

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II.

Vol. II.

CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.

ITINERARY.

Preface [To the first and second cantos.]

III.

LINES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM, AT MALTA.

TO FLORENCE.

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.

AWAY, AWAY, YE NOTES OF WOE!

ONE STRUGGLE MORE, AND I AM FREE.

EUTHANASIA.

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!

TO TIME.

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.

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CANTO THE SECOND.

THE CORSAIR:

CANTO THE FIRST.

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CANTO THE SECOND.

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CANTO THE THIRD.

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ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE.

LARA:

CANTO THE FIRST.

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CANTO THE SECOND.

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HEBREW MELODIES.

SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY.

THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.

OH! SNATCHED AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM.

SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE.

“ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER.”

WHEN COLDNESS WRAPS THIS SUFFERING CLAY.

VISION OF BELSHAZZAR.

SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS!

WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU DEEM'ST IT TO BE.

HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE.

ON THE DAY OF THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY TITUS.

BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT.

“BY THE WATERS OF BABYLON.”

THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB.

A SPIRIT PASSED BEFORE ME.

POEMS 1814–1816.

FAREWELL! IF EVER FONDEST PRAYER.

WHEN WE TWO PARTED.

[LOVE AND GOLD.]

STANZAS FOR MUSIC.

ADDRESS INTENDED TO BE RECITED AT THE CALEDONIAN MEETING.

ELEGIAC STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF SIR PETER PARKER, BART.

JULIAN [A FRAGMENT].

TO BELSHAZZAR.

STANZAS FOR MUSIC.

ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF DORSET.

ON THE STAR OF “THE LEGION OF HONOUR.”

STANZAS FOR MUSIC.

THE SIEGE OF CORINTH.

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PARISINA.

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POEMS OF THE SEPARATION.

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THE PRISONER OF CHILLON.

POEMS OF JULY—SEPTEMBER, 1816.

SONNET TO LAKE LEMAN.

STANZAS TO AUGUSTA.

EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA.

LINES ON HEARING THAT LADY BYRON WAS ILL.

MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON. R. B. SHERIDAN,

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THE PROPHECY OF DANTE.

THE MORGANTE MAGGIORE

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THE VISION OF JUDGMENT.

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A VERY MOURNFUL BALLAD ON THE SIEGE AND CONQUEST OF ALHAMA.

TRANSLATION FROM VITTORELLI.

ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA.

VENICE. A FRAGMENT.

SO WE'LL GO NO MORE A-ROVING.

[LORD BYRON'S VERSES ON SAM ROGERS.]

SONNET ON THE NUPTIALS OF THE MARQUIS ANTONIO CAVALLI WITH THE COUNTESS CLELIA RASPONI OF RAVENNA.

SONNET TO THE PRINCE REGENT.

STANZAS.

ODE TO A LADY WHOSE LOVER WAS KILLED BY A BALL, WHICH AT THE SAME TIME SHIVERED A PORTRAIT NEXT HIS HEART.

THE IRISH AVATAR.

STANZAS WRITTEN ON THE ROAD BETWEEN FLORENCE AND PISA.

STANZAS TO A HINDOO AIR.

TO ------

TO THE COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON.

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FRAGMENT OF THE THIRD PART OF THE DEFORMED TRANSFORMED.

THE AGE OF BRONZE;

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THE ISLAND;

CANTO THE FIRST.

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JEUX D'ESPRIT AND MINOR POEMS, 1798–1824.

EPIGRAM ON AN OLD LADY WHO HAD SOME CURIOUS NOTIONS RESPECTING THE SOUL.

EPITAPH ON JOHN ADAMS, OF SOUTHWELL,

A VERSION OF OSSIAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN.

LINES TO MR. HODGSON.

[TO DIVES. A FRAGMENT.]

FAREWELL PETITION TO J. C. H., ESQRE.

TRANSLATION OF THE NURSE'S DOLE IN THE MEDEA OF EURIPIDES.

MY EPITAPH.

SUBSTITUTE FOR AN EPITAPH.

EPITAPH FOR JOSEPH BLACKET, LATE POET AND SHOEMAKER.

ON MOORE'S LAST OPERATIC FARCE, OR FARCICAL OPERA.

[R. C. DALLAS.]

AN ODE TO THE FRAMERS OF THE FRAME BILL.

TO THE HONBLE. MRS. GEORGE LAMB.

[LA REVANCHE.]

TO THOMAS MOORE.

ON LORD THURLOW'S POEMS.

TO LORD THURLOW.

THE DEVIL'S DRIVE.

WINDSOR POETICS.

[Another Version.] ON A ROYAL VISIT TO THE VAULTS.

ICH DIEN.

CONDOLATORY ADDRESS

FRAGMENT OF AN EPISTLE TO THOMAS MOORE.

ANSWER TO ---'S PROFESSIONS OF AFFECTION.

ON NAPOLEON'S ESCAPE FROM ELBA.

ENDORSEMENT TO THE DEED OF SEPARATION, IN THE APRIL OF 1816.

[TO GEORGE ANSON BYRON (?)]

SONG FOR THE LUDDITES.

TO THOMAS MOORE.

TO MR. MURRAY.

VERSICLES.

QUEM DEUS VULT PERDERE PRIUS DEMENTAT.

TO THOMAS MOORE.

EPISTLE FROM MR. MURRAY TO DR. POLIDORI.

EPISTLE TO MR. MURRAY.

ON THE BIRTH OF JOHN WILLIAM RIZZO HOPPNER.

[E NIHILO NIHIL;

TO MR. MURRAY.

BALLAD. TO THE TUNE OF “SALLEY IN OUR ALLEY.”

ANOTHER SIMPLE BALLAT.

EPIGRAM. FROM THE FRENCH OF RULHIERES.

EPILOGUE.

ON MY WEDDING-DAY.

EPITAPH FOR WILLIAM PITT.

LINES ADDRESSED BY LORD BYRON TO MR. HOBHOUSE ON HIS ELECTION FOR WESTMINSTER.

A VOLUME OF NONSENSE.

STANZAS.

TO PENELOPE.

THE CHARITY BALL.

EPIGRAM ON THE BRAZIERS' ADDRESS TO BE PRESENTED IN ARMOUR BY THE COMPANY TO QUEEN CAROLINE.

ON MY THIRTY-THIRD BIRTHDAY.

MARTIAL, Lib. I. Epig. I.

[NAPOLEON'S SNUFF-BOX.]

THE NEW VICAR OF BRAY.

LUCIETTA. A FRAGMENT.

EPIGRAMS.

THE CONQUEST.

IMPROMPTU.

JOURNAL IN CEPHALONIA.

SONG TO THE SULIOTES.

[LOVE AND DEATH.]

LAST WORDS ON GREECE.

ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR.

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TRANSLATION OF A ROMAIC LOVE SONG.

1

Ah! Love was never yet without
The pang, the agony, the doubt,
Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh,
While day and night roll darkling by.

2

Without one friend to hear my woe,
I faint, I die beneath the blow.
That Love had arrows, well I knew,
Alas! I find them poisoned too.

3

Birds, yet in freedom, shun the net
Which Love around your haunts hath set;
Or, circled by his fatal fire,
Your hearts shall burn, your hopes expire.

4

A bird of free and careless wing
Was I, through many a smiling spring;
But caught within the subtle snare,
I burn, and feebly flutter there.

5

Who ne'er have loved, and loved in vain,
Can neither feel nor pity pain,
The cold repulse, the look askance,
The lightning of Love's angry glance.

6

In flattering dreams I deemed thee mine;
Now hope, and he who hoped, decline;

Like melting wax, or withering flower,
I feel my passion, and thy power.

7

My light of Life! ah, tell me why
That pouting lip, and altered eye?
My bird of Love! my beauteous mate!
And art thou changed, and canst thou hate?

8

Mine eyes like wintry streams o'erflow:
What wretch with me would barter woe?
My bird! relent: one note could give
A charm to bid thy lover live.

9

My curdling blood, my madd'ning brain,
In silent anguish I sustain;
And still thy heart, without partaking
One pang, exults—while mine is breaking.

10

Pour me the poison; fear not thou!
Thou canst not murder more than now:
I've lived to curse my natal day,
And Love, that thus can lingering slay.

11

My wounded soul, my bleeding breast,
Can patience preach thee into rest?
Alas! too late, I dearly know
That Joy is harbinger of Woe.