Lord George Gordon Byron's Poetry, by title

• 'All Is Vanity, Saieth the Preacher'

  Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine,
    And health and youth possess'd me;

  28 lines, 4 comments
• A Fragment: When, To Their Airy Hall

  When, to their airy hall, my father's voice
  Shall call my spirit, joyful in their choice;

  11 lines
• A Riddle, On The Letter E

  The beginning of eternity, the end of time and space,
  The beginning of every end, and the end of every place.

  3 lines
• A Sketch

  Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred,
  Promoted thence to deck her mistress' head;

  106 lines
• A Spirit Passed Before Me [From Job]

  A spirit passed before me: I beheld
  The face of immortality unveiled--

  12 lines, 3 comments
• A Very Mournful Ballad On The Siege And Conquest Of Alhama

  Which, in the Arabic language, is to the following purport:
  I

  161 lines
• Address, Spoken At The Opening Of Drury-Lane Theatre. Saturday, October 10, 1812

  In one dread night our city saw, and sigh'd,
  Bow'd to the dust, the Drama's tower of pride

  76 lines
• Adieu, Adieu! My Native Shore

  Adieu, adieu! my native shore
  Fades o'ver the waters blue;

  16 lines, 6 comments
• Adrian's Address To His Soul When Dying

  [Animula! vagula, blandula,
  Hospes comesque corporis,

  11 lines
• An Occasional Prologue, Delivered Previous To The Performance Of 'The Wheel Of Fortune' At A Private Theatre

  Since the refinement of this polish'd age
  Has swept irnmortal raillery from the stage;

  35 lines
• And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?

  And wilt thou weep when I am low?
  Sweet lady! speak those words again:

  28 lines, 4 comments
• Answer To A Beautiful Poem, Entitled 'The Common Lot'

  MONTGOMERY! true, the common lot
    Of mortals lies in Lethe's wave;

  53 lines
• Answer To Some Elegant Verses Sent By A Friend To The Author, Complaining That One Of His Descriptions Was Rather Too Warmly Drawn

  'But if any old lady, knight, priest or physician
  Should condemn me for printing a second edition;

  50 lines
• Away, Away, Ye Notes Of Woe!

  Away, away, ye notes of woe!
    Be silent, thou once soothing strain,

  36 lines
• Beppo, A Venetian Story

  'Tis known, at least it should be, that throughout
      All countries of the Catholic persuasion,

  988 lines
• Bowles And Campbell

  To the tune of 'Why, how now, saucy jade?'
  Why, how now, saucy Tom?

  12 lines
• Bright Be The Place Of Thy Soul!

  Bright be the place of thy soul!
    No lovelier spirit than thine

  18 lines, 1 comment
• Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto I.

  To Ianthe:
  Not in those climes where I have late been straying,

  1211 lines
• Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto IV.

  I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
  A palace and a prison on each hand:

  2044 lines, 3 comments
• Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto II.

  Come, blue-eyed maid of heaven!-but thou, alas!
  Didst never yet one mortal song inspire-

  1142 lines, 1 comment
• Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto III.

  Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child!
  Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart?

  1345 lines, 2 comments
• Childish Recollections

  'I cannot but remember such things were,
  And were most dear to me.'

  426 lines
• Churchill's Grave: A Fact Literally Rendered

  I stood beside the grave of him who blazed
    The comet of a season, and I saw

  44 lines
• Condolatory Address To Sarah, Countess Of Jersey, On The Prince Regent's Returning Her Picture To Mrs. Mee

  When the vain triumph of the imperial lord,
  Whom servile Rome obey'd, and yet abhorr'd,

  51 lines
• Damætas

  In law an infant, and in years a boy,
  In mind a slave to every vicious joy;

  13 lines
• Darkness

  I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
  The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars

  83 lines, 3 comments
• Dear Doctor, I have Read your Play

  Dear Doctor, I have read your play,
  Which is a good one in its way,

  93 lines, 1 comment
• Don Juan: Canto The Eighth

  Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds!
  These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,

  1267 lines
• Don Juan: Canto The Eleventh

  When Bishop Berkeley said 'there was no matter,'
  And proved it--'twas no matter what he said:

  798 lines
• Don Juan: Canto The Fifteenth

  Ah!--What should follow slips from my reflection;
      Whatever follows ne'ertheless may be

  878 lines

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