Parisina (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard;It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet ...
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard;It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet ...
The glitt'ring Ore let others vainly heap, O'er fertile Vales extend th'inclosing Mound;With dread of neighb'ring Foes forsake their Sleep, And start ...
Feb. 22, 1732BRIGHT natal morn! what face appearsBeyond the rolling mist of years?A face whose loftiest traits, combineAll virtues of ...
Blest Bard! to whom the Muses, grateful, gaveThat pipe which erst their dearest Spenser won,As once they found thee, pensive ...
The breeze blew fresh 'twas free; he was not so.Mary Howitt.BRIGHT roses round thy cottage twine,And bending from the trees,Gay ...
WHEN the catkin's on the willow And the tassel on the birch,The wild bees from the having rocks Begin their honey search.Brown ...
HAIN'T you see my Mandy Lou,Is it true?Whaih you been f'om day to day,Whaih, I say?Dat you say you nevah ...
Ah! the pleasant time hath vanished, ere our wretched doubtingsbanished,All the graceful spirit-people, children of the earth and sea,Whom in ...
THIRD EPISTLE. LOUISATOEMMA,WRITTEN THE DAY AFTER SHE HAD RECEIVED FROM HEREUGENIO'S EXCULPATING LETTER. APRIL 21st, ...
NOW the moon-beam's trembling lustre Silvers o'er the dewy green,And in soft and shadowy colours Sweetly paints the ...
The sumac's flaming scarlet on the edges o' the lake, An' the pear trees are invitin' everyone t' come an' ...
Evening veil'd in dewy shades, Slowly sinks upon the main;See th' empurpled glory fades, Beneath her sober, chasten'd reign.Around her ...
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year! The Attic ...
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour -- when ...
CHILD, when they say that others Have been or are like you, Babes fit to be your brothers, Sweet human ...
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
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