Lord Byron

1788-1824 / Male / English
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The Curse Of MinervaSlow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, / Along Morea’s hills the setting Sun; / Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright,
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Hints From HoraceWho would not laugh, if Lawrence, hired to grace / His costly canvas with each flattered face, / Abused his art, till Nature, with a blush,
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English Bards, And Scotch ReviewersStill must I hear?—shall hoarse FITZGERALD bawl / His creaking couplets in a tavern hall, / And I not sing, lest, haply, Scotch Reviews
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Childish Recollections“I cannot but remember such things were, / And were most dear to me.” / ‘Macbeth’
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The WaltzMuse of the many-twinkling feet! whose charms / Are now extended up from legs to arms; / Terpsichore!—too long misdeemed a maid—
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She Walks In BeautyShe walks in beauty, like the night / Of cloudless climes and starry skies; / And all that’s best of dark and bright
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Oscar Of AlvaHow sweetly shines, through azure skies, / The lamp of Heaven on Lora’s shore; / Where Alva’s hoary turrets rise,
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Ad LesbiamTranslation From Catullus. / Equal to Jove that youth must be— / Greater than Jove he seems to me—
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Thoughts Suggested By A College ExaminationHigh in the midst, surrounded by his peers, / Magnus his ample front sublime uprears: / Plac’d on his chair of state, he seems a God,
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DarknessI had a dream, which was not all a dream. / The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars / Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
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