If, in the month of dark December, Leander, who was nightly wont (What maid will not the tale remember?) To cross thy stream, broad ...

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss;...

And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so rare Too soon returned to Earth! Thou...

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee! Here's ...

A Fragment of a Turkish Tale Byron was inspired to write this poem during his Grand Tour in the years 1810 and 1811. While in Athens...

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was ...

Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-...

River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls ...

When all around grew drear and dark, And reason half withheld her ray -  And hope but shed a dying spark Which more misled my lonely...

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay; ...

There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: When, as if...

To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's do...

So, we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her asp...

'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love!...

Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art; For there thy habitation is the heart -  The heart w...

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the e...

And thou wert sad -yet I was not with thee! And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near; Methought that joy and health alone could be ...

Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone I muse, who oft have tro...

Start not -nor deem my spirit fled: In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never dull. ...