Category Lord Byron

1. The Night came on the Waters—all was rest On Earth—but Rage on Ocean’s troubled Heart. The Waves arose and rolled beneath the blast; The Sailors gazed upon their shivered Mast. In that dark Hour a long loud gathered cry From…

There is a tear for all that die,A mourner o’er the humblest grave;But nations swell the funeral cry,And Triumph weeps above the brave. For them is Sorrow’s purest sighO’er Ocean’s heaving bosom sent:In vain their bones unburied lie,All earth becomes…

Who hath not glowed above the page where FameHath fixed high Caledon’s unconquered name;The mountain-land which spurned the Roman chain,And baffled back the fiery-crested Dane,Whose bright claymore and hardihood of handNo foe could tame—no tyrant could command?That race is gone—but still…

I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name,There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame:But the tear which now burns on my cheek may impartThe deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.…

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 its sound were causing The charmed ocean’s pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming,…

I cannot talk of Love to thee,Though thou art young and free and fairThere is a spell thou dost not see,That bids a genuine love despair. And yet that spell invites each youth,For thee to sigh, or seem to sigh;Makes…

When we two partedIn silence and tears,Half broken-heartedTo sever for years,Pale grew thy cheek and cold,Colder thy kiss;Truly that hour foretoldSorrow to this. The dew of the morningSunk chill on my browIt felt like the warningOf what I feel now.Thy…

Farewell! if ever fondest prayerFor other’s weal availed on high,Mine will not all be lost in air,But waft thy name beyond the sky.‘Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh:Oh! more than tears of blood can tell,When wrung from guilt’s…

A spirit passed before me: I beheldThe face of immortality unveiled —Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine —And there it stood, –all formless –but divine:Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake;And as my damp hair stiffened,…

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 like stars on the sea,When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves…