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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)

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Vol. I. HOURS OF IDLENESS AND OTHER EARLY POEMS.
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Vol. II.
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Vol. III.
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POEMS 1809–1813.
  
THE GIRL OF CADIZ.
  
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.
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FRAGMENT FROM THE “MONK OF ATHOS.”
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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.
  
ON PARTING.
  
FAREWELL TO MALTA.
  
NEWSTEAD ABBEY.
  
EPISTLE TO A FRIEND,
  
TO THYRZA.
  
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.
  
SONNET.
  
SONNET.
  
FROM THE PORTUGUESE.
  
THE GIAOUR:
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THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS.
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THE CORSAIR:
  
ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE.
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LARA:
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HEBREW MELODIES.
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POEMS 1814–1816.
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THE SIEGE OF CORINTH.
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PARISINA.
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POEMS OF THE SEPARATION.
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Vol. IV.
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Vol. V.
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And Lara left in youth his father-land;
But from the hour he waved his parting hand
Each trace waxed fainter of his course, till all
Had nearly ceased his memory to recall.
His sire was dust, his vassals could declare,
'Twas all they knew, that Lara was not there;
Nor sent, nor came he, till conjecture grew
Cold in the many, anxious in the few.
His hall scarce echoes with his wonted name,
His portrait darkens in its fading frame,
Another chief consoled his destined bride,
The young forgot him, and the old had died;
“Yet doth he live!” exclaims the impatient heir,
And sighs for sables which he must not wear.
A hundred scutcheons deck with gloomy grace
The Laras' last and longest dwelling-place;
But one is absent from the mouldering file,
That now were welcome in that Gothic pile.
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