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The Adieu (Adieu, thou Hill)
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Advice To a Girl (Never love unless you can)
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All is Vanity, Saith the Preacher (Fame, wisdom, love, and power)
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And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair
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And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?
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Answer To a Beautiful Poem (Montgomery! true, the common lot)
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Aristomenes (The Gods of old are silent)
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Away, Away, Ye Notes of Woe
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The Charity Ball (What matter the pangs)
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Churchill’s Grave (I stood beside the grave of him)
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The Cornelian (No specious splendour of this stone)
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The Curse of Minerva (Slow sinks, more lovely)
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Damætas (In law an infant, and in years a boy)
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Darkness (I had a dream, which was not all a dream)
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Dear Doctor, I Have Read Your Play
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The Destruction of Sennacherib (The Assyrian came down)
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The Devil’s Drive (The Devil return’d to hell by two)
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The Dream (Our life is twofold)
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Elegy On Newstead Abbey (Newstead! fast-falling, once-resplendent)
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Epistle To Augusta (My Sister! my sweet Sister!)
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Epitaph On a Beloved Friend (Oh, Friend! for ever loved)
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Euthanasia (When Time, or soon or late, shall bring)
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Fare Thee Well
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Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer
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Farewell To The Muse (Thou Power! who hast ruled me)
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The First Kiss of Love (Away with your fictions of flimsy romance)
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Fragment (Hills of Annesley, bleak and barren)
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A Fragment (When, to their airy hall, my father’s voice shall call)
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Francisca
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From the Last Hill that Looks on Thy Once Holy Dome
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The Girl of Cadiz (Oh never talk again to me of northern climes)
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Granta (Oh! could Le Sage’s demon’s gift be realized at my desire)
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The Harp The Monarch Minstrel Swept
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Herod’s Lament for Mariamne (Oh, Mariamne! now for thee)
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I Saw Thee Weep
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I Would I Were a Careless Child
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If That High World
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Impromptus (Strahan, Tonson, Lintot of the times)
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Inscription On The Monument Of a Newfoundland Dog (When some proud son)
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The Isles of Greece
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It Is The Hour
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Jeptha’s Daughter (Since our Country—our God)
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John Keats (Who killed John Keats?)
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Lachin Y Gair (Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses!)
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Last Words on Greece (What are to me those honours)
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Lines Addressed To a Young Lady (Doubtless, sweet girl!)
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Lines Addressed To The Rev. J.T. Becher, On His Advising... (Dear Becher)
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Lines Inscribed Upon a Cup Formed From a Skull (Start not—nor deem)
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Lines, On Hearing That Lady Byron Was Ill (And thou wert sad)
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Lines To Mr. Hodgson, Written On Board The Lisbon Packet (Huzza! Hodgson)
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Lines Written Beneath an Elm in the Churchyard of Harrow (Spot of my youth)
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Love and Death (I watched thee when the foe was at our side)
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Love’s Last Adieu (The roses of Love glad the garden of life)
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Maid of Athens, Ere We Part
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My Soul Is Dark
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Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte (’Tis done—but yesterday a King!)
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Oh! Snatch’d Away In Beauty’s Bloom
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Oh! Weep for Those
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On the Castle of Chillon (Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!)
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On a Change of Masters At a Great Public School (Where are those honours)
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On a Distant View of Harrow (Ye scenes of my childhood)
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On The Death of a Young Lady (Hush’d are the winds)
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On Jordan’s Banks
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On Leaving Newstead Abbey (Through thy battlements)
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On Parting (The kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left)
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On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year (’Tis time the heart)
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One Struggle More, And I Am Free
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Oscar of Alva (How sweetly shines through azure skies)
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Parisina (It is the hour when from the boughs)
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The Prayer of Nature (Father of Light!)
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The Prisoner Of Chillon (My hair is grey, but not with years)
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Prometheus (Titan! to whose immortal eyes)
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Remember Him, Whom Passion’s Power
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Remember Thee! Remember Thee!
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Remembrance (’Tis done!—I saw it in my dreams)
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Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not
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She Walks In Beauty
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So We’ll Go No More A-Roving
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Solitude (To sit on rocks, to muse o’er flood and fell)
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Song For the Luddites (As the liberty lads o’er the sea)
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Sonnet—to Genevra (Thine eyes’ blue tenderness)
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Sonnet—to Genevra (Thy cheek is pale with thought)
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Speech before the House of Lords
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A Spirit Passed Before Me
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Stanzas Composed During a Thunderstorm (Chill and mirk is the nightly blast)
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Stanzas To Jessy (There is a mystic thread of life)
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Stanzas To a Lady, On Leaving England (’Tis done—and shivering in the gale)
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Stanzas To a Lady, With The Poems of Camoëns (This votive pledge)
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Stanzas For Music (There be none of Beauty’s daughters)
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Stanzas To The Po (River, that rollest by the ancient walls)
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Sun of the Sleepless
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The Tear (When Friendship or Love our sympathies move)
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There Was a Time, I Need Not Name
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Thou Art Not False, But Thou Art Fickle
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Thou Whose Spell Can Raise the Dead
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Thoughts Suggested By a College Examination (High in the midst)
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Thy Days Are Done
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To a Beautiful Quaker (Sweet girl! though only once we met)
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To Caroline (Think’st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes)
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To The Countess of Blessington (You has ask’d for a verse)
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To D____ (In thee I fondly hoped to clasp a friend)
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To The Duke of Dorset (Dorset! whose early steps with mine)
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To E____ (Let Folly smile, to view the names of thee and me)
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To The Earl of Clare (Friend of my youth!)
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To Edward Noel Long, Esq. (Dear Long, in this sequester’d scene)
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To Eliza (Eliza, what fools are the Mussulman sect)
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To Emma (Since now the hour is come at last)
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To George, Earl Delawarr (Oh! yes, I will own we were dear to each other)
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To a Lady (O! had my Fate been join’d with thine)
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To a Lady Who Presented To The Author a Lock of Hair... (These locks)
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To a Lady Who Presented The Author With The Velvet Band... (This Band)
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To Lesbia (Lesbia! since far from you I’ve ranged)
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To M____ (Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire)
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To M.S.G. (When I dream that you love me)
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To M.S.G. (Whene’er I view those lips of thine)
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To Marion (Marion! why that pensive brow?)
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To Mary, On Receiving Her Picture (This faint resemblance of thy charms)
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To Romance (Parent of golden dreams, Romance!)
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To The Sighing Strephon (Your pardon, my friend, if my rhymes did offend)
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To Thomas Moore (My boat is on the shore)
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To Thyrza (Without a stone to mark the spot)
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To Time (Time! on whose arbitrary wing)
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To a Vain Lady (Ah! heedless girl! why thus disclose)
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To Woman (Woman! experience might have told me)
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To a Youthful Friend (Few years have pass’d)
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Verses Found In a Summerhouse at Hales-Owen (When Dryden’s fool)
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A Very Mournful Ballad On The Siege and Conquest... (The Moorish King rides)
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Vision of Belshazzar (The King was on his throne)
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The Waltz (Muse of the many-twinkling feet!)
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Warriors and Chiefs
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We Sate Down And Wept By The Waters of Babel
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Wellington: The Best of Cut-Throats (Though Britain owes)
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Were My Bosom as False as Thou Deem’st It To Be
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When Coldness Wraps This Suffering Clay
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When I Rov’d a Young Highlander
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When We Two Parted
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The Wild Gazelle
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