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 ...
At that dread season when th' indignant NorthPour'd to vain wars her tardy numbers forth,When Frederic bent his ear to ...
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
One Sabbath day my friend and IAfter the meeting, quietlyPassed from the crowded village lanes,White with dry dust for lack ...
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
Down the dim West slow fails the stricken sun,And from his hot face fades the crimson flushVeiled in death's herald-shadows ...
SILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB NAQSH GAR-E-HADISAATSILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB ASL-E-HAYAAT-O-MAMAATSILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB TAAR-E-HAREER DO RAnGJIS SE BANAATI HAI ZAAT APNI QABAAY-E-SIFAATSILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB SAAZ-E-AZAL KI FUGHAAnJIS SE DIKHAATI HAI ZAAT ...
Why should I be destructive and remain reckless of betterment?Think not of the future, remain occupied in today's problems?Should I ...
'Twas sunset in Jerusalem; the lightStill lingered on the city's walls, and crownedMount Olivet with splendor, while below,Among the trees ...
(Written in her sixteenth year)BRIGHTLY o'er spire, and dome, and tower,The pale moon shone at midnight hour,While all beneath her ...
SIR MAURICE was a wealthy lord,He liv'd in the north countrie,Well would he cope with foe-man's sword,Or the glance of ...
How long, oh gracious God! how long Shall power lord it over right?The feeble, trampled by the strong, Remain in slavery's gloomy ...
The succession of day and nightIs the architect of events.The succession of day and nightIs the fountain-head of life and ...
I.FAR from his close and noisome cell,By grassy lane and sunny stream,Blown clover field and strawberry dell,And green and meadow ...
"Since he miscalled the morning star,Nor man, nor fiend hath fallen so far."— ByronWhen gathered in the courts above, Before Jehovah's ...
An ancient cannon, finely cast. Of bronze, all smooth and green with age, A by-gone actor on the stage,Yet fit to take, ...
FIRST 'mid the lion Richard's host,Sir Aymer fought in Holy Land;And they loved him well for his honest heart,And they ...
NIGHT on the city of the Moor!On mosque and tomb, and white-walled shore,On sea-waves, to whose ceaseless knockThe narrow harbor ...
OUR fellow-countrymen in chains!Slaves, in a land of light and law!Slaves, crouching on the very plainsWhere rolled the storm of ...
Lowliness befits thee, violence suits thee not; a, naked man frantic in a bee-house is out of place. Leave aside ...
I just had turned the classic page, With ancient lore and wisdom fraught,Which many a hoary-headed sage Had stamped with never-dying thought;And ...
Stream of my fathers! sweetly stillThe sunset rays thy valley fill;Poured slantwise down the long defile,Wave, wood, and spire beneath ...
THE Rabbi Nathan two-score years and tenWalked blameless through the evil world, and then,Just as the almond blossomed in his ...
Below, the tawny Tagus sweptPast royal gardens, breathing balm;Upon his couch the monarch slept;The world was still; the night was ...
A Rock, A River, A TreeHosts to species long since departed,Mark the mastodon.The dinosaur, who left dry tokensOf their sojourn ...
Bound For Kamtschatka, Now Lying In The Harbour Of PortJackson.HAIL! Chieftain, from the distant landsThat own the Czar's imperial reign;With ...
I hate this City, seated on the Plain, The clang and clamour of the hot Bazar,Knowing, amid the pauses of my ...
'TIS now the fourth revolving age,Since Hellas bow'd beneath the rageOf Othman's stormy sway;Whose deep'ning gloom and horror spreadTill all ...
THEY sat in silent watchfulnessThe sacred cypress-tree about,And, from beneath old wrinkled brows,Their failing eyes looked out.Gray Age and Sickness ...
No aimless wanderers, by the fiend UnrestGoaded from shore to shore;No schoolmen, turning, in their classic quest,The leaves of empire ...
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