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 ...
I Time gathers to my name; Along the ways wheredown my feet have passed I see the years with little triumph crowned, Exulting not ...
AH me! the yellow western sky turns pale,And leaves the cheerless sons of earth to mourn;And yet I hear not ...
And the Shaman said : "Lo, now we shall show no more miracles,nor the power of God that is in ...
FORTH welling from the breast of sapphire lakes,Oh, tell my jocund heart why from their shoreOf emerald do those pairs ...
WE need the clasp of hand in hand,The light flashed warm from neighboring eyes:Or else as weary seasons pass--Alas! alas!Our ...
The evening shadows fall upon the graveOn which I sit; it is no common heap,-Below its turf are laid the ...
STR. 1 I laid my laurel-leaf At the white feet of grief, Seeing how with covered face and plumeless wings, ...
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