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Lord Byron

Lord Byron

Epigram, on the Braziers’ Company Having Resolved to Present an Address to Queen Caroline

The braziers, it seems, are preparing to pass
An address, and present it themselves all in brass,—
A superfluous pageant-for, by the Lord Harry!
They’ll find where they’re going much more than they carry.

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Napoleon on his Imperial throne, by Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres
Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte

’TIS done—but yesterday a King! And arm’d with Kings to strive— And now thou art a nameless thing: So abject—yet alive! Is this the man of thousand throne…
Love and Death

I watched thee when the foe was at… Ready to strike at him—or thee and… Were safety hopeless—rather than d… Aught with one loved save love and… I watched thee on the breakers, wh…
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There Was a Time, I Need Not Name

There was a time, I need not name… Since it will ne’er forgotten be, When all our feelings were the sam… As still my soul hath been to thee… And from that hour when first thy…
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Stanzas to a Lady, on Leaving England

'Tis done——and shivering in the ga… The bark unfurls her snowy sail; And whistling o’er the bending mas… Loud sings on high the fresh’ning… And I must from this land be gone…
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Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog

When some proud son of man returns… Unknown to glory, but upheld by bi… The sculptor’s art exhausts the po… And storied urns record who rest b… When all is done, upon the tomb is…
Versicles

I Read the 'Christabel’; Very well: I read the Missionary’; Pretty - very I tried at Ilderim ;
To Thomas Moore: Written the Evening Before His Visit to Mr. Leigh Hunt in Horsemonger Lane Gaol, May 19, 1813

Oh you, who in all names can tickl… Anacreon, Tom Little, Tom Moore,… For hang me if I know of which yo… Your Quarto two-pounds, or your T… But now to my letter-to yours 'tis…
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Stanzas to a Lady, With the Poems of Camões

This votive pledge of fond esteem, Perhaps, dear girl! for me thou’lt… It sings of Love’s enchanting dre… A theme we never can despise. Who blames it but the envious fool…
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To Mr. Murray (For Oxford and for Waldegrave)

For Oxford and for Waldegrave You give much more than me you gav… Which is not fairly to behave, My Murray. Because if a live dog, 'tis said,
The Dark, Blue Sea

There is a pleasure in the pathles… There is a rapture on the lonely s… There is society, where none intru… By the deep sea, and music in its… I love not man the less, but Natu…
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The Siege and Conquest of Alhama

The Moorish King rides up and dow… Through Granada’s royal town; From Elvira’s gate to those Of Bivarambla on he goes. Woe is me, Alhama!
Martial, Lib. I, Epig. I.

‘Hic est, quem legis, ille, quern… He unto whom thou art so partial, Oh, reader is the well-known Mart… The Epigrammatist: while living, Give him the fame thou wouldst be…
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To Mr. Murray (Strahan, Tonson Lintot of the Times)

Strahan, Tonson Lintot of the tim… Patron and publisher of rhymes, For thee the bard up Pindus climb… My Murray. To thee, with hope and terror dumb…
In the Valley of the Waters

In the valley of the waters we wep… When the host of the stranger made… And our heads on our bosoms all dr… And our hearts were so full of the… The song they demanded in vain—it…
Don Juan: Canto the Seventh

O Love! O Glory! what are ye who… Around us ever, rarely to alight? There’s not a meteor in the polar… Of such transcendent and more flee… Chill, and chain’d to cold earth,…



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