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George Gordon, Lord Byron
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"All Is Vanity, Saith the Preacher"
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
" Fame, Wisdom, Love, and Power were mine," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, ""All Is Vanity, Saith the Preacher""
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"By the Waters of Babylon."
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"In the valley of waters we wept on the day" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, ""By the Waters of Babylon.""
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A Fragment
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Could I remount the river of my years" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "A Fragment"
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A Sketch
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
" "Honest--honest Iago!" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "A Sketch"
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A Spirit Passed Before Me. From Job
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"A spirit passed before me: I beheld" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "A Spirit Passed Before Me. From Job"
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A Version of Ossian's Address to the Sun. From the Poem "Carthon."
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"O THOU! who rollest in yon azure field," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "A Version of Ossian's Address to the Sun. From the Poem "Carthon.""
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A Very Mournful Ballad on the Siege and Conquest of Alhama
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"The Moorish King rides up and down." — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "A Very Mournful Ballad on the Siege and Conquest of Alhama"
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A Volume of Nonsense
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
" DEAR MURRAY,--" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "A Volume of Nonsense"
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A Woman's Hair
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Oh! little lock of golden hue" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "A Woman's Hair"
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Address Intended to Be Recited at the Caledonian Meeting
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Who hath not glowed above the page where Fame" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Address Intended to Be Recited at the Caledonian Meeting"
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Address, Spoken at the Opening of Drury-Lane Theatre, Saturday, October 10, 1812
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"In one dread night our city saw, and sighed," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Address, Spoken at the Opening of Drury-Lane Theatre, Saturday, October 10, 1812"
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Adrian's Address to His Soul When Dying
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Animula! vagula, Blandula," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Adrian's Address to His Soul When Dying"
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An Occasional Prologue,
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Since the refinement of this polish'd age" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "An Occasional Prologue,"
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An Ode to the Framers of the Frame Bill
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"OH well done Lord E---- n! and better done R----r!" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "An Ode to the Framers of the Frame Bill"
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And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"And thou art dead, as young and fair" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair"
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And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"And wilt thou weep when I am low?" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?"
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Another Simple Ballat
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"MRS. WILMOT sate scribbling a play," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Another Simple Ballat"
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Answer to Some Elegant Verses Sent by a Friend to the Author, Complaining That One of His Descriptions Was Rather Too Warmly Drawn
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
" "But if any old Lady, Knight, Priest, or Physician," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Answer to Some Elegant Verses Sent by a Friend to the Author, Complaining That One of His Descriptions Was Rather Too Warmly Drawn"
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Answer to a Beautiful Poem, Written by Montgomery, Author of "the Wanderer of Switzerland," Etc., Entitled "the Common Lot."
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Montgomery! true, the common lot" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Answer to a Beautiful Poem, Written by Montgomery, Author of "the Wanderer of Switzerland," Etc., Entitled "the Common Lot.""
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Answer to the Foregoing, Addressed to Miss----
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Dear simple girl, those flattering arts," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Answer to the Foregoing, Addressed to Miss----"
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Answer to----'s Professions of Affection
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"IN hearts like thine ne'er may I hold a place" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Answer to----'s Professions of Affection"
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Aristomenes
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
" Canto First." — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Aristomenes"
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Away, Away, Ye Notes of Woe!
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Away, away, ye notes of Woe!" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Away, Away, Ye Notes of Woe!"
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Ballad. to the Tune of "Salley in Our Alley."
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"OF all the twice ten thousand bards" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Ballad. to the Tune of "Salley in Our Alley.""
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Beppo: A Venetian Story
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"_Rosalind_. Farewell, Monsieur Traveller; Look, you lisp," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Beppo: A Venetian Story"
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Bowles and Campbell
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
" To the air of "How now, Madam Flirt," in the _Beggar's Opera_." — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Bowles and Campbell"
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By the Rivers of Babylon We Sat Down and Wept
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"We sate down and wept by the waters" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "By the Rivers of Babylon We Sat Down and Wept"
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Cain: A Mystery
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"ACT I." — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Cain: A Mystery"
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"CANTO THE FIRST." — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage"
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Childish Recollections
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
" "I cannot but remember such things were," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Childish Recollections"
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Churchill's Grave, a Fact Literally Rendered
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"I stood beside the grave of him who blazed" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Churchill's Grave, a Fact Literally Rendered"
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Condolatory Address to Sarah Countess of Jersey, on the Prince Regent's Returning Her Picture to Mrs. Mee
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"WHEN the vain triumph of the imperial lord," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Condolatory Address to Sarah Countess of Jersey, on the Prince Regent's Returning Her Picture to Mrs. Mee"
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DamæTas
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"In law an infant, and in years a boy," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "DamæTas"
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Darkness
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"I had a dream, which was not all a dream." — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Darkness"
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Don Juan
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"FRAGMENT ON THE BACK OF THE MS. OF CANTO I." — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Don Juan"
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E Nihilo Nihil; or an Epigram Bewitched
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"OF rhymes I printed seven volumes--" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "E Nihilo Nihil; or an Epigram Bewitched"
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Egotism. a Letter to J. T. Becher
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"If Fate should seal my Death to-morrow," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Egotism. a Letter to J. T. Becher"
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Elegiac Stanzas on the Death of Sir Peter Parker, Bart
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"There is a tear for all that die," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Elegiac Stanzas on the Death of Sir Peter Parker, Bart"
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Elegy
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"BEHOLD the blessings of a lucky lot!" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Elegy"
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Elegy on Newstead Abbey
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
" "It is the voice of years, that are gone! they roll before me, with" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Elegy on Newstead Abbey"
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Endorsement to the Deed of Separation, in the April of 18 16
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"A YEAR ago you swore, fond she!" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Endorsement to the Deed of Separation, in the April of 18 16"
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English Bards, and Scotch Reviewers; a Satire
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Still must I hear?--shall hoarse FITZGERALD bawl" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "English Bards, and Scotch Reviewers; a Satire"
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Epigram
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"IN digging up your bones, Tom Paine," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Epigram"
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Epigram on an Old Lady Who Had Some Curious Notions Respecting the Soul
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"IN Nottingham county there lives at Swan Green," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Epigram on an Old Lady Who Had Some Curious Notions Respecting the Soul"
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Epigram on the Braziers' Address to Be Presented in _Armour_ by the Company to Queen Caroline
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"IT seems that the Braziers propose soon to pass" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Epigram on the Braziers' Address to Be Presented in _Armour_ by the Company to Queen Caroline"
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Epigram. From the French of RulhièRes
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"IF for silver, or for gold," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Epigram. From the French of RulhièRes"
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Epigrams
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"OH, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now;" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Epigrams"
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Epilogue
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"THERE'S something in a stupid ass," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Epilogue"
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Epistle From Mr. Murray to Dr. Polidori
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"DEAR Doctor, I have read your play," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Epistle From Mr. Murray to Dr. Polidori"
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Epistle to Augusta
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
" My Sister! my sweet Sister! if a name" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Epistle to Augusta"
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Epistle to Mr. Murray
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"MY dear Mr. Murray," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Epistle to Mr. Murray"
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Epistle to a Friend,
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
""Oh! banish care"--such ever be" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Epistle to a Friend,"
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Epitaph
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"POSTERITY will ne'er survey" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Epitaph"
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Epitaph for Joseph Blacket, Late Poet and Shoemaker
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"STRANGER! behold, interred together," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Epitaph for Joseph Blacket, Late Poet and Shoemaker"
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Epitaph for William Pitt
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"WITH Death doomed to grapple," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Epitaph for William Pitt"
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Epitaph on John Adams, of Southwell, a Carrier, Who Died of Drunkenness
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"JOHN ADAMS lies here, of the parish of Southwell," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Epitaph on John Adams, of Southwell, a Carrier, Who Died of Drunkenness"
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Epitaph on a Beloved Friend
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Oh, Friend! for ever lov'd, for ever dear!" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Epitaph on a Beloved Friend"
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Euthanasia
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"When Time, or soon or late, shall bring" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Euthanasia"
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Fare Thee Well
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
" "Alas! they had been friends in youth;" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Fare Thee Well"
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Farewell to Malta
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Adieu, ye joys of La Valette!" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Farewell to Malta"
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Farewell to the Muse
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Farewell to the Muse"
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Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Farewell! if ever fondest prayer" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer"
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Fill the Goblet Again. a Song
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Fill the goblet again! for I never before" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Fill the Goblet Again. a Song"
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Fragment From the "Monk of Athos."
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Beside the confines of the Ægean main," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Fragment From the "Monk of Athos.""
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Fragment of an Epistle to Thomas Moore
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
""WHAT say _I_?"--not a syllable further in prose;" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Fragment of an Epistle to Thomas Moore"
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Fragment. Written Shortly After the Marriage of Miss Chaworth
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Hills of Annesley, Bleak and Barren," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Fragment. Written Shortly After the Marriage of Miss Chaworth"
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Fragments of School Exercises: From the "Prometheus Vinctus" of Aeschylus,
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
" Great Jove! to whose Almighty Throne" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Fragments of School Exercises: From the "Prometheus Vinctus" of Aeschylus,"
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Francesca of Rimini
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"FROM THE INFERNO OF DANTE." — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Francesca of Rimini"
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From the French
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"ÆGLE, beauty and poet, has two little crimes;" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "From the French"
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From the Portuguese. "Tu MI Chamas"
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"In moments to delight devoted," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "From the Portuguese. "Tu MI Chamas""
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From the Portuguese. "Tu MI Chamas". Another Version
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"You call me still your _Life_.--Oh! change the word--" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "From the Portuguese. "Tu MI Chamas". Another Version"
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Granta. a Medley
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"(Reply of the Pythian Oracle to Philip of Macedon.)" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Granta. a Medley"
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Heaven and Earth
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"PART I." — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Heaven and Earth"
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Herod's Lament for Mariamne
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Oh, Mariamne! now for thee" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Herod's Lament for Mariamne"
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Hints From Horace
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Who would not laugh, if Lawrence hired to grace" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Hints From Horace"
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I Saw Thee Weep
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"I saw thee weep--the big bright tear" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "I Saw Thee Weep"
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I Would I Were a Careless Child
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"I would I were a careless child," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "I Would I Were a Careless Child"
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If Sometimes in the Haunts of Men
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"If sometimes in the haunts of men" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "If Sometimes in the Haunts of Men"
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Imitated From Catullus. to Ellen
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire," — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Imitated From Catullus. to Ellen"
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Imitation of Tibullus. Sulpicia AD Cerinthum (Lib. Quart.)
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
"Cruel Cerinthus! does the fell disease" — George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Imitation of Tibullus. Sulpicia AD Cerinthum (Lib. Quart.)"
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