Epistle To Augusta (Lord Byron Poem)
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With early ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
INHUMAN man! curse on thy barb'rous art, And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye; May never pity soothe thee with a ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
OPPRESS'D with grief, oppress'd with care, A burden more than I can bear, I set me down and sigh; O ...
YE sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie, To follow the noble vocation; Your thrifty old mother has scarce such ...
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