The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 7. Poetry
Chapter 50
One struggle more, and I am free (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. _31, 32_, 36
Our life is two fold: Sleep hath its own world (_The Dream_), iv. 33
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 174
Posterity will ne'er survey (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc._), vii. 65
Rail on, Rail on, ye heartless crew (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 213
Remember him, whom Passion's power (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 67
Remember thee! Remember thee! (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 59
Remind me not, remind me not (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 268
River, that rollest by the ancient walls (_Poems 1816-1833_), iv. 545
Rousseau--Voltaire--our Gibbon--and De Staël (_Poems of July-September, 1816_), iv. 53
Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate (_Vision of Judgment_), iv. 487
She walks in Beauty, like the night (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 381
Since now the hour is come at last (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 12
Since our Country, our God--Oh, my Sire (_Hebrew Melodies_), iii. 387
Since the refinement of this polish'd age (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 45
Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run (_Corsair_, Canto III.),