George Gordon Byron – To Ianthe

Not in those climes where I have late been straying,Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deemed,Not in those visions to the heart displayingForms which it sighs but to have only dreamed,Hath aught like thee in Truth or Fancy seemed:Nor, having seen thee, shall I vainly seekTo...

George Gordon Byron – Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (Canto the First)

I Oh, thou! in Hellas deem'd of heavenly birth, Muse! form'd or fabled at the minstrel's will! Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth, Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill: Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill; Yes! sigh'd o'er Delphi's...

George Gordon Byron – Stanzas for Music

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, And the lull'd winds seem dreaming: And the midnight...

George Gordon Byron – Lachin Y Gair

Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses!In you let the minions of luxury rove;Restore me to the rocks, where the snowflake reposes,Though still they are sacred to freedom and love:Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains,Round their white summits though elements war;Though cataracts...

George Gordon Byron – The Vision Of Judgment

ISaint Peter sat by the celestial gate:His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull,So little trouble had been given of late;Not that the place by any means was full,But since the Gallic era 'eight-eight'The devils had ta'en a longer, stronger pull,And 'a pull altogether,' as they...