ON A CHANGE OF MASTERS AT A GREAT PUBLIC SCHOOL by Lord Byron

ON A CHANGE OF MASTERS AT A GREAT PUBLIC SCHOOL 

by Lord Byron

ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING, ADDRESSED TO MISS by Lord Byron

 ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING, ADDRESSED TO MISS---- 

by Lord Byron

FRAGMENTS OF SCHOOL EXERCISES: FROM THE "PROMETHEUS VINCTUS" OF AESCHYLUS by Lord Byron

 FRAGMENTS OF SCHOOL EXERCISES: FROM THE "PROMETHEUS VINCTUS" OF AESCHYLUS 

by Lord Byron

TO CAROLINE by Lord Byron

TO CAROLINE

 by Lord Byron

TO M by Lord Byron

TO M 

by Lord Byron

STANZAS TO JESSY by Lord Byron

STANZAS TO JESSY 

by Lord Byron

TO EMMA by Lord Byron

TO EMMA 

by Lord Byron

ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY, COUSIN TO THE AUTHOR, AND VERY DEAR TO HIM By Lord Byron

ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY, COUSIN TO THE AUTHOR, AND VERY DEAR TO HIM

 by Lord Byron

TO E- by Lord Byron

TO E- 

by Lord Byron

TO A LADY by Lord Byron

 TO A LADY 

by Lord Byron

REMEMBRANCE by Lord Byron

REMEMBRANCE 

by Lord Byron

TO WOMAN by Lord Byron

TO WOMAN

 by Lord Byron

EPITAPH ON A BELOVED FRIEND by Lord Byron

 EPITAPH ON A BELOVED FRIEND 

by Lord Byron

Oh, Friend! for ever lov'd, for ever dear!

What fruitless tears have bathed thy honour'd bier!

What sighs re-echo'd to thy parting breath,

Whilst thou wast struggling in the pangs of death!

Could tears retard the tyrant in his course;

Could sighs avert his dart's relentless force;

Could youth and virtue claim a short delay,

Or beauty charm the spectre from his prey;

Thou still hadst liv'd to bless my aching sight,

Thy comrade's honour and thy friend's delight.

If yet thy gentle spirit hover nigh

The spot where now thy mouldering ashes lie,

Here wilt thou read, recorded on my heart,

A grief too deep to trust the sculptor's art.

No marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep,

But living statues there are seen to weep;

Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb,

Affliction's self deplores thy youthful doom.

What though thy sire lament his failing line,

A father's sorrows cannot equal mine!

Though none, like thee, his dying hour will cheer,

Yet other offspring soothe his anguish here:

But, who with me shall hold thy former place?

Thine image, what new friendship can efface?

Ah, none!--a father's tears will cease to flow,

Time will assuage an infant brother's woe;

To all, save one, is consolation known,

While solitary Friendship sighs alone.

SOLITUDE by Lord Byron

SOLITUDE 

by Lord Byron

I SPEAK NOT by Lord Byron

 I SPEAK NOT 

by Lord Byron

SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY by Lord Byron

 SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY 

by Lord Byron

INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG by Lord Byron

 INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG 

by Lord Byron