Lord Byron Was Here - 1821

Ode to Lady Caroline.

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I'll be your Lamb
If you'll be my Ewe.

Sonnet to the Moon.

Oh wondrous moon who shines its beam
across the pine trees of East Cheam.
I'm very pleased to see your light
Coming out tomorrow night ?

The Chestnut Tree.

I wish I were a Chestnut tree
nourished by the Sun.
with twigs and leaves and branches
and conkers by the ton.

It's a funny old world we live in
But the world's not entirely to blame
It's the rich what gets the credit
and the poor what gets the blame.