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More poems by Lord Byron

• The Destruction of Sennacherib

  From “Hebrew Melodies”
  THE ASSYRIAN came down like the wolf on the fold,
  And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; …

• The Prisoner of Chillon

  Eternal spirit of the chainless mind!
  Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art,
  For there thy habitation is the heart,— …

• We'll go no more a-roving

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

• The Poet’s Impulse

  From “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage,” Canto III.
  SKY, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye
  With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul …

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