Poems by Lord Byron

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and ...

My hair is grey, but not with years,
Nor grew it white
In a single night,
As men's have gro...

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's be...

So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
...

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale gre...