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George Gordon Byron
George Gordon Byron
Born in 1788 in Scotland, George Gordon Byron achieved overnight success in 1812 when he published the opening cantos of his long poem Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Though his epic-satire Don Juan was left unfinished, it is considered one of the greatest long poems in English...
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FURTHER READING
Poems About Breakups and Divorce
A Book Of Music
by Jack Spicer
After Love
by Sara Teasdale
Donal Óg
by Isabella Augusta, Lady Gregory
Failing and Flying
by Jack Gilbert
Family Reunion
by Jeredith Merrin
from The Aeneid ["So, you traitor"]
by Virgil
Heart's Needle
by W. D. Snodgrass
I May After Leaving You Walk Quickly or Even Run
by Matthea Harvey
Man and Wife
by Robert Lowell
One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop
Remember
by Christina Rossetti
The Gift
by Sara Teasdale
The Primer
by Christina Davis
This Was Once a Love Poem
by Jane Hirshfield
To Earthward
by Robert Frost
Why should a foolish marriage vow
by John Dryden
Poems About Farewells
A Farewell to America
by Phillis Wheatley
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
by John Donne
Chicago
by Carl Sandburg
Farewell to Yang, Who's Leaving for Kuo-chou
by Wang Wei
Good Night
by Wilhelm Müller
Remember
by Christina Rossetti
Since Hannah Moved Away
by Judith Viorst
So Long
by Walt Whitman
Verses upon the Burning of our House
by Anne Bradstreet
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When We Two Parted  
by George Gordon Byron

When we two parted 

In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well--
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?--
With silence and tears.
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