• Ode (From The French)

    We do not curse thee, Waterloo!
    Though Freedom's blood thy plain bedew;
    There 'twas shed, but is not sunk­... more »

  • Ode On Venice

    Oh Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls
    Are level with the waters, there shall be
    A cry of nations o'er thy sunken halls,... more »

  • Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte

    Tis done--but yesterday a King!
    And arm'd with Kings to strive--
    And now thou art a nameless thing:... more »

  • Oh! Snatched Away In Beauty's Bloom

    Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom,
    On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
    But on thy turf shall roses rear
    Their leaves, the earliest of ' the year;... more »

  • Oh! Weep For Those

    Oh! Weep for those that wept by Babel's stream,
    Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream,
    Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell--... more »

  • On A Change Of Masters At A Great Public School

    WHERE are those honours, Ida! once yow own,
    When Probus fill'd your magisterial throne?
    As ancient Rome, fast falling to disgrace,... more »

  • On A Cornelian Heart Which Was Broken

    Ill-fated Heart! And can it be,
    That thou should'st thus be rent in vain?
    Have years of care for thine and thee
    Alike been all employ'd in vain?... more »

  • On A Distant View Of The Village And School Of The Harrow Hill

    Oh! mihi præteritos referat si Jupiter annos.~Virgil

    Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection
    Embitters the present, compar'd with th... more »

  • On A Nun

    Of two fair virgins, modest, though admired,
    Heaven made us happy; and now, wretched sires,
    Heaven for a nobler doom their worth desires,
    And gazing upon either, both required.... more »

  • On Being Asked What Was The 'Origin Of Love'

    The 'Origin of Love!'--Ah why
    That cruel question ask of me,
    When thou may'st read in many an eye
    He starts to life on seeing thee?... more »

  • On Chillon

    Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
    Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art;
    For there thy habitation is the heart—
    The heart which love of thee alone can bind;... more »

  • On Finding A Fan

    In one who felt as once he felt
    This might, perhaps, have fann'd the flame;
    But now his heart no more will melt,
    Because that heart is not the same.... more »

  • On Jordan's Banks

    On Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray,
    On Sion's hill the False One's votaries pray,
    The Baal-adorer bows on Sinai's steep -
    Yet there - even there - Oh God! thy thunders sleep:... more »

  • On Leaving Newstead Abbey

    Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle;
    Thou, the hall of my fathers, art gone to decay;
    In thy once smiling garden, the hemlock and thistle
    Have choked up the rose which late bloom'd in the way.... more »

  • On Lord Thurlow's Poems

    When Thurlow this damn'd nonsense sent
    (I hope I am not violent),
    Nor men nor gods knew what he meant.... more »

  • On Moore's Last Operatic Farce, Or Farcical Opera

    Good plays are scarce:
    So Moore writes farce.
    The poet's fame grows brittle--
    We knew before... more »

  • On My Thirty-Third Birthday, January 22, 1821

    Through life's dull road, so dim and dirty,
    I have dragg'd to three-and-thirty.
    What have these years left to me?
    Nothing--except thirty-three.... more »

  • On My Wedding-Day

    Here's a happy new year! but with reason
    I beg you'll permit me to say
    Wish me many returns of the season,
    But as few as you please of the dy.... more »

  • On Napoleon's Escape From Elba

    Once fairly set out on his party of pleasure,
    Taking towns at his liking, and crowns at his leisure,
    From Elba to Lyons and Paris he goes,
    Making balls for the ladies, and bows tohis foes.... more »

  • On Parting

    The kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left
    Shall never part from mine,
    Till happier hours restore the gift
    Untainted back to thine.... more »

  • On Revisiting Harrow

    Here once engaged the stranger's view
    Young Friendship's record simply traced;
    Few were her words; but yet, though few,
    Resentment's hand the line defaced.... more »

  • On The Birth Of John William Rizzo Hoppner

    His father's sense, his mother's grace,
    In him I hope, will always fit so;
    With--still to keep him in good case--
    The health and appetite of Rizzo.... more »

  • On The Bust Of Helen By Canova

    In this beloved marble view,
    Above the works and thoughts of man,
    What Nature could, but would not, do,
    And Beauty and Canova can!... more »

  • On The Castle Of Chillon

    Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
    Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art;
    For there thy habitation is the heart—
    The heart which love of thee alone can bind;... more »

  • On The Day Of The Destruction Of Jerusalem By Titus

    From the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome,
    I beheld thee, oh Sion! when render'd to Rome:
    'Twas thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall
    Flash'd back on the last glance I gave to thy wall.... more »