The Island: Canto II. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
I.How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai,When Summer's Sun went down the coral bay!Come, let us to the islet's softest ...
I.How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai,When Summer's Sun went down the coral bay!Come, let us to the islet's softest ...
WHAT secret charm, long whispering in mine ear,Allures, attracts, compels, and chains me here,Where murmuring echoes call me to resignTheir ...
(Old English Manner.)APPRENTICED.Come out and hear the waters shoot, the owlet hoot, the owlet hoot; Yon crescent moon, a golden boat, ...
How sadly hath this Sabbath day,O God, been spent by me,Cribbed close beneath a narrow deck,Washed by the frequent sea,An ...
Twilight o'er the East is stealing, And the sun is in the vale: 'T is a fitting moment, stranger, To relate a wondrous ...
IT is a pity and a shame--alas! alas! I know it is,To tread the trodden grapes again, but so it ...
Glad boyish voices with merriment ring,Two children with nought, as gayly they singOf burdensome care, their hearts as the birdTo ...
ON HIS RETURN FROM SOUTH AMERICAAFTER FIFTEEN YEARS DEVOTED TO CATALOGUING THESTARS OF THE SOUTHERN HEMISPHEREONCE more Orion and the ...
Blessings on thee, noble boy! With thy sunny eyes of blue, Speaking in their cloudless depths Of a spirit pure and true. In thy ...
There is an isle in an unfurrowed seaThat I wot of, whereon the whole year roundThe apple-blossoms and the rosebuds ...
NOT Beelzebub, but white archangel, I Turn the dim glass and shift the sands again, And touch the eyelids of ...
That you might happier be than all the rest,Than I who have been happy loving you,Of all the innocent even ...
MY LIFE is bitter with thy love; thine eyesBlind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighsDivide my flesh and ...
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
Glorious daughter of time! Thou of the mild blue eye -- Thou of the virginal forehead --pallid, unfurrowed of tears-- ...
(HIROSHIMA, JAPAN, 1905) Pale sampans up the river glide, With set sails vanishing and slow; In ...
OUTSIDE the hedge of rosesThat walls my garden round,And many a flower encloses,Lies fresh unfurrowed ground.I have not delved nor ...
Shelves and stacks and shelves of skulls, a Dewey Decimal number inked on each unfurrowed forehead. Here's a skull who, ...
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