The Island: Canto IV. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
I.White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon 's clouded and half free,Fluttering between the dun ...
I.White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon 's clouded and half free,Fluttering between the dun ...
"On the departure of rainy season bechanced is autumn with a heart-pleasingly bloomed lotus as her face, betokening the heart-pleasing ...
Cicely Fox Smith1st February 1882Happy 125th Birthdayhttp://oldpoetry.com/oauthor/show/Miss_Cicely_Fox_SmithThis month sees the 125th anniversary of the birth of a remarkable lady who ...
God, is thy throne accessible to me-Me of the Ethiop skin? May I draw nearThy sacred shrine, and humbly bend ...
This normative hilllike all othersis transparently accessible,out thereand in the mind,not to be missedexcept in peril of one's life.Do not ...
This wearisome and this distressing sleep That we call life, O how dost thou support, My Pepoli? With what hopes ...
Have you heard the inscrutable mutable Alf,The mannerly man with the silvery tongue? Ever ...
Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knifeShut in upon itself and do no harmIn this close hand of Love, ...
A little Road - not made of Man -Enabled of the Eye -Accessible to Thill of Bee -Or Cart of ...
An offering for the Lord giving away our treasure the gifts we were given to help our fellow man Priced ...
through Him we may enter in the holy places made accessible for each of us while yet vessels of clay ...
The book, the story opened made accessible, reachable in native tongues, in words understood the power of Pentecost meeting each ...
A little Road -- not made of Man -- Enabled of the Eye -- Accessible to Thill of Bee -- ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife, Shut in upon itself and do no harm In this close hand ...
What would I do without your voice to wake me? Cor ad cor loquitur, I'm loath to know. Kitsch operas ...
When you entered the workshop, I was already here. How many statues, and torsos, and heads ! Like remains of ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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