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 ...
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.White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon 's clouded and half free,Fluttering between the dun ...
Without a stone to mark the spot, And say, what Truth might well have said,By all, save one, perchance forgot, Ah! wherefore ...
Oh Lady! when I left the shore, The distant shore which gave me birth,I hardly thought to grieve once more To quit ...
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in ...
Thou art not false, but thou art fickle, To those thyself so fondly sought;The tears that thou hast forced to trickle Are ...
Here once engaged the stranger's view Young Friendship's record simply traced;Few were her words; but yet, though few, Resentment's hand the line ...
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