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Endorsement To The Deed Of Separation

APRIL OF 1816. A YEAR ago you swore, fond she! "To love, to honour," and so forth: Such was the vow you pledged to me, And here's exactly what 't is worth.(The end)Lord Byron's poem: Endorsement To The Deed Of Separation... Poems - Post by : raygunner - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 893

On Napoleon's Escape From Elba

On Napoleon's Escape from Elba.(1)ONCE fairly set out on his party of pleasure, Taking towns at his liking, and crowns at his leisure, From Elba to Lyons and Paris he goes, Making balls for the ladies, and bows to his foes. March 27, 1815. FOOTNOTE: (1) (It may be taken for granted that the "source" of this epigram was a paragraph in the _Morning Chronicle_ of March 27, 1815: "In the _Moniteur_ of Thursday we find the Emperor's own account of his _jaunt_ from the Island of Elba to the palace of... Poems - Post by : HeidiRichards - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 3521

Answer To----'s Professions Of Affection

IN hearts like thine ne'er may I hold a place Till I renounce all sense, all shame, all grace-- That seat,--like seats, the bane of Freedom's realm, But dear to those presiding at the helm-- Is basely purchased, not with gold alone; Add Conscience, too, this bargain is your own-- 'T is thine to offer with corrupting art The _rotten borough_(1) of the human heart.FOOTNOTE:(1) (The phrase, "rotten borough," was used by Sir F. Burdett, _Examiner_, October 12, 1812.)(The end)Lord... Poems - Post by : burtona - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 3528

Fragment Of An Epistle To Thomas Moore

"WHAT say _I_?"--not a syllable further in prose; I'm your man "of all measures," dear Tom,--so here goes! Here goes, for a swim on the stream of old Time, On those buoyant supporters, the bladders of rhyme. If our weight breaks them down, and we sink in the flood, We are smothered, at least, in respectable mud, Where the divers of Bathos lie drowned in a heap, And Southey's last Pæan has pillowed his sleep; That _Felo... Poems - Post by : BizOpKing - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 1327

Condolatory Address, To Sarah Countess Of Jersey

TO SARAH COUNTESS OF JERSEY, ON THE PRINCE REGENT'S RETURNING HER PICTURE TO MRS. MEE.(1) WHEN the vain triumph of the imperial lord, Whom servile Rome obeyed, and yet abhorred, Gave to the vulgar gaze each glorious bust, That left a likeness of the brave, or just; What most admired each scrutinising eye Of all that decked that passing pageantry? What spread from face to face that wondering air? The thought of Brutus(2)--for his was... Poems - Post by : davidnaylor - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 3068

On A Royal Visit To The Vaults

(OR CAESAR'S DISCOVERY OF C.I. AND H. 8. IN YE SAME VAULT.) FAMED for their civil and domestic quarrels See heartless Henry lies by headless Charles; Between them stands another sceptred thing, It lives, it reigns--"aye, every inch a king." Charles to his people, Henry to his wife, In him the double tyrant starts to life: Justice and Death have mixed their dust in vain. The royal Vampires join and rise again. What now... Poems - Post by : Ann_C. - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 2913

Lines Composed...prince Regent Being Seen Standing Between Coffins Of Henry Viii

Lines composed on the Occasion of His Royal Highness the Prince Regent being seen standing between the Coffins of Henry VIII. and Charles I. at Windsor. FAMED for contemptuous breach of sacred ties, By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies; Between them stands another sceptred thing-- It moves, it reigns--in all but name, a king: Charles to his people, Henry to his wife, --In him the double tyrant starts to life: Justice and Death have mixed their... Poems - Post by : ChatAgent - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 2592

The Devil's Drive

the Devil's Drive.(ii)(1)1. THE Devil returned to Hell by two, And he stayed at home till five; When he dined on some homicides done in _ragoût_, And a rebel or so in an _Irish_ stew, And sausages made of a self-slain Jew, And bethought himself what next to do, "And," quoth he, "I'll take a drive. I walked in the morning, I'll ride to-night; In darkness my children... Poems - Post by : can_anyone_help - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 2955

To Lord Thurlow

1. "_I lay my branch of laurel down_." "_THOU_ lay thy branch of _laurel_ down!" Why, what thou'st stole is not enow; And, were it lawfully thine own, Does Rogers want it most, or thou? Keep to thyself thy withered bough, Or send it back to Doctor Donne:(1) Were justice done to both, I trow, He'd have but little, and thou--none.2.... Poems - Post by : jet4me2fly - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 1782

On Lord Thurlow's Poems

On Lord Thurlow's Poems.(1)1. WHEN Thurlow this damned nonsense sent, (I hope I am not violent) Nor men nor gods knew what he meant. 2. And since not even our Rogers' praise To common sense his thoughts could raise-- Why _would_ they let him print his lays?... Poems - Post by : sprouty - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 3148

To Thomas Moore (oh You, Who In All Names Can Tickle The Town)

(To Thomas Moore. Written the Evening before his Visit to Mr. Leigh 16 Hunt in Horsemonger Lane Gaol, May 19, 1813) OH you, who in all names can tickle the town, Anacreon, Tom Little, Tom Moore, or Tom Brown,--(1) For hang me if I know of which you may most brag, Your Quarto two-pounds, or your Two-penny Post Bag; * * *... Poems - Post by : playeru - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 2297

La Revanche

1. There is no more for me to hope, There is no more for thee to fear; And, if I give my Sorrow scope, That Sorrow thou shalt never hear. Why did I hold thy love so dear? Why shed for such a heart one tear? Let deep and dreary silence be My only memory of thee! 2. When all are fled who flatter now,... Poems - Post by : Webminer - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 1689

To The Honorable Mr. George Lamb

To the Honorable Mr. George Lamb. (1)1. The sacred song that on mine ear Yet vibrates from that voice of thine, I heard, before, from one so dear-- 'T is strange it still appears divine.2. But, oh! so sweet that _look_ and _tone_ To her and thee alike is given; It seemed as if for me alone That _both_ had been recalled from Heaven!3. And though... Poems - Post by : all4gwp - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 3735

An Ode To The Framers Of The Frame Bill

1. OH well done Lord E---- n! and better done R----r! Britannia must prosper with councils like yours; Hawkesbury, Harrowby, help you to guide her, Whose remedy only must _kill_ ere it cures: Those villains; the Weavers, are all grown refractory, Asking some succour for Charity's sake-- So hang them in clusters round each Manufactory, That will at once put an end to _mistake_.2. The rascals, perhaps,... Poems - Post by : 53175 - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 2898

R.c. Dallas

(R.C. Dallas) (1)YES! wisdom shines in all his mien, Which would so captivate, I ween, Wisdom's own goddess Pallas; That she'd discard her fav'rite owl, And take for pet a brother fowl, Sagacious R.C. Dallas. FOOTNOTE:(1) ("A person observing that Mr. Dallas looked very wise on a certain occasion, his Lordship is said to have broke out into the following impromptu."--_Life, Writings, Times, and Opinions of Lord Byron_, 1825, ii. 191.)(The end)Lord Byron's poem: (R.C. Dallas)... Poems - Post by : egdcltd - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 992

On Moore's Last Operatic Farce, Or Farcical Opera

GOOD plays are scarce, So Moore writes _farce_: The poet's fame grows brittle-- We knew before That _Little_'s Moore, But now't is Moore that's _little_.September 14, 1811.(The end)Lord Byron's poem: On Moore's Last Operatic Farce, Or Farcical Opera... Poems - Post by : timc3 - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 1593

Epitaph For Joseph Blacket, Late Poet And Shoemaker

STRANGER! behold, interred together, The _souls_ of learning and of leather. Poor Joe is gone, but left his _all_: You'll find his relics in a _stall_. His works were neat, and often found Well stitched, and with _morocco_ bound. Tread lightly--where the bard is laid-- He cannot mend the shoe he made; Yet is he happy in his hole, With verse immortal as his _sole_. But still to business he held... Poems - Post by : guru4retirement - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 985

Substitute For An Epitaph

KIND Reader! take your choice to cry or laugh; Here HAROLD lies--but where's his Epitaph? If such you seek, try Westminster, and view Ten thousand just as fit for him as you.Athens, 1810.(The end)Lord Byron's poem: Substitute For An Epitaph... Poems - Post by : sh3llee - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 871

My Epitaph

YOUTH, Nature, and relenting Jove, To keep my lamp in strongly strove; But Romanelli was so stout, He beat all three--and blew it out.October, 1810.(The end)Lord Byron's poem: My Epitaph... Poems - Post by : 48022 - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 2954

Translation Of The Nurse's Dole In The Medea Of Euripides

OH how I wish that an embargo Had kept in port the good ship Argo! Who, still unlaunched from Grecian docks, Had never passed the Azure rocks; But now I fear her trip will be a Damn'd business for my Miss Medea, etc., etc.June, 1810.(The end)Lord Byron's poem: Translation Of The Nurse's Dole In The Medea Of Euripides... Poems - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : August 2011 - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 1442

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