The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I. Of the million or two, more or less, I rule and possess, One man, for some cause undefined, Was ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
IT is na, Jean, thy bonie face, Nor shape that I admire; Altho' thy beauty and thy grace Might weel ...
WHOSE 1 is that noble, dauntless brow? And whose that eye of fire? And whose that generous princely mien, E'en ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
O HOW shall I, unskilfu', try The poet's occupation? The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration; Even they ...
ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire, And waste my soul with care; But ah! how bootless to admire, When fated ...
You cannot change the world, But you can present the world with one improved person -- Yourself. You can go ...
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