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 ...
I.The fight was o'er; the flashing through the gloom,Which robes the cannon as he wings a tomb,Had ceased; and sulphury ...
'It is the voice of years that are gone!they roll before me with all their deeds.'~OSSIANNewstead! fast-falling, once-resplendent dome! Religion's shrine! ...
'Expends Annibalem:--quot libras in duce summoInvenies?~JUVENAL., Sat. X.I.Tis done--but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive--And now thou art ...
In one dread night our city saw, and sigh'd,Bow'd to the dust, the Drama's tower of prideIn one short hour ...
Few years have pass'd since thou and I Were firmest friends, at least in name,And childhood's gay sincerity Preserved our feelings long ...
Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair?Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice atone ...
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when sheWalks by thy brink, and there ...
'O lachrymarum fons, tenero sacrosDucentium ortus ex animo; quaterFelix! in imo qui scatentemPectore te, pia Nympha, sensit.'~GRAYWhen Friendship or Love ...
Without a stone to mark the spot, And say, what Truth might well have said,By all, save one, perchance forgot, Ah! wherefore ...
Remember him, whom Passion's power Severely--deeply--vainly proved:Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both were loved.That yielding breast, that melting ...
Young Oak! when I planted thee deep in the ground, I hoped that thy days would be longer than mine;That thy ...
THE FOLLOWING ILLIBERAL IMPROMPTU APPEARED IN A MORNING PAPER:'Our nation's foes lament on Fox's death,But bless the hour when PITT ...
Time! on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly,Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, But drag or drive us on ...
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret?For months you may try, yet, believe me, ...
Well! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too;For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly, as ...
There is a tear for all that die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave;But nations swell the funeral cry, And Triumph weeps ...
When Time, or soon or late, shall bringThe dreamless sleep that lulls the dead,Oblivion! may thy languid wingWave gently o'er ...
'What say I?'--not a syllable further in prose;I'm your man 'of all measures,' dear Tom,--so here goes!Here goes, for a swim ...
There was a time, I need not name, Since it will ne'er forgotten be,When all our feelings were the same As still ...
Dear object of defeated care! Though now of Love and thee bereft,To reconcile me with despair, Thing image and any tears are ...
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