The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Adieu, adieu! my native shore Fades o'ver the waters blue; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Thin as a sheet his mother came to him during the screaming evenings after he did it, touched F.J.'s dead ...
I heard said 'Cats that walk by their wild lone' but Henry had need of friends. They disappeared Shall I ...
My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide in the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, pried to his trigger-digit, ...
A shallow lake, with many waterbirds, especially egrets: I was showing Mother around, An extraordinary vivid dream of Betty & ...
A Small Dream It was only a small dream of the Golden World, now you trot off to bed. I'll ...
How this woman came by the courage, how she got the courage, Henry bemused himself in a frantic hot night ...
Disturbed, when Henry's love returned with a hubby,â?" I see that, Henry, I don't put that down,â?" he thought he ...
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
the goldfish sing all night with guitars, and the whores go down with the stars, the whores go down with ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that ...
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And ...
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery, a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by ...
My child wafts peace. When I lean over him, It is not just the smell of soap. All the people ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Chorus.-O WHISTLE, an' I'll come to ye, my lad, O whistle, an' I'll come to ye, my lad, Tho' father ...
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