The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious Queen of childish joys, Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of ...
28 July Calmly, while sat up friendlies & made noise delight fuller than he can ready sing or studiously say, ...
There were strange gatherings. A vote would come that would be no vote. There would come a rope. Yes. There ...
Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 was Henry's gloomy Monday morning oh. Still he had to lecture. They ...
Seedy Henry rose up shy in de world & shaved & swung his barbells, duded Henry up and p.a.'d poor ...
When I saw my friend covered with blood, I thought This is the end of the dream, now I'll wake ...
The prophetic tribe of the ardent eyes Yesterday they took the road, holding their babies On their backs, delivering to ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
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 ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
GO, fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
ALTHO' my bed were in yon muir, Amang the heather, in my plaidie; Yet happy, happy would I be, Had ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, Starting on your autumn flight, Pause a moment at my window, Twitter softly your good-night; For ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
And the stone word fell On my still-living breast. Never mind, I was ready. I will manage somehow. Today I ...
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