--What should follow slips from my
reflection
(_Don Juan_, Canto
XV.
XV.
Byron
50
Adieu, adieu! my native shore (_Childe Harold_, Canto I. ), ii. 26
Adieu, thou Hill! where early joy (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 237
Adieu, ye joys of La Valette (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 24
AEgle, beauty and poet, has two little crimes (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _),
vii. 76
Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav'ring sprite (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 20
Ah, heedless girl! why thus disclose (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 244
Ah! Love was never yet without (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 62
Ah!
--What should follow slips from my reflection (_Don Juan_, Canto
XV. ), vi. 544
And dost thou ask the reason of my sadness? (_Jeux of Esprit, etc. _),
vii. 41
And thou art dead, as young and fair (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. _32_, 41
And thou wert sad--yet I was not with thee (_Poems of July-September,
1816_), iv. 63
And "thy true faith can alter never" (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 65
And wilt thou weep when I am low? (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 266
Anne's Eye is liken'd to the Sun (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 244
As by the fix'd decrees of Heaven (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 231
As o'er the cold sepulchral stone (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 4
As the Liberty lads o'er the sea (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 42
Away, away, ye notes of Woe!
Adieu, adieu! my native shore (_Childe Harold_, Canto I. ), ii. 26
Adieu, thou Hill! where early joy (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 237
Adieu, ye joys of La Valette (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 24
AEgle, beauty and poet, has two little crimes (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _),
vii. 76
Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav'ring sprite (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 20
Ah, heedless girl! why thus disclose (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 244
Ah! Love was never yet without (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 62
Ah!
--What should follow slips from my reflection (_Don Juan_, Canto
XV. ), vi. 544
And dost thou ask the reason of my sadness? (_Jeux of Esprit, etc. _),
vii. 41
And thou art dead, as young and fair (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. _32_, 41
And thou wert sad--yet I was not with thee (_Poems of July-September,
1816_), iv. 63
And "thy true faith can alter never" (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 65
And wilt thou weep when I am low? (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 266
Anne's Eye is liken'd to the Sun (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 244
As by the fix'd decrees of Heaven (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 231
As o'er the cold sepulchral stone (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 4
As the Liberty lads o'er the sea (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 42
Away, away, ye notes of Woe!