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Selected Poems:   (arranged Alphabetically by Title)   (OR by First Line)

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