Stanzas For Music: There’s Not A Joy The World Can Give (Lord Byron Poems)
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines ...
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines ...
28 July Calmly, while sat up friendlies & made noise delight fuller than he can ready sing or studiously say, ...
How this woman came by the courage, how she got the courage, Henry bemused himself in a frantic hot night ...
I don't know one damned butterfly from another my ignorance of the stars is formidable, also of dogs & ferns ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, ...
Escape me? Never-- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
"Why?" Because all I haply can and do, All that I am now, all I hope to be,-- Whence comes ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
Escape me? Never- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, ...
I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
NO song nor dance I bring from yon great city, That queens it o'er our taste-the more's the pity: Tho' ...
THERE'S Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He's the King o' gude fellows, and wale o' auld men; ...
NOW spring has clad the grove in green, And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen ...
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I'd feel among the lettuce- pickers of Salinas? I think of the ...
Do you believe, in what you see do you believe in reality do you believe in the sun that's bright ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
This little bag I hope will prove To be not vainly made-- For, if you should a needle want It ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
After you left me I let a dog smell at My chest and my belly. It will fill its nose ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning, That danc'd to the lark's early song? Where is the ...
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