The Island: Canto I. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
I.The morning watch was come; the vessel layHer course, and gently made her liquid way;The cloven billow flashed from off ...
I.The morning watch was come; the vessel layHer course, and gently made her liquid way;The cloven billow flashed from off ...
By chapel bare, with walls sea-beatThe lichened urns in wilds are lostAbout a carved memorial stoneThat shows, decayed and coral-mossed,A ...
Tell the story to your sonsOf the gallant days of yoreWhen the brig of seven gunsFought the fleet of seven ...
WHY linger round the sunken wrecksWhere old Armadas found their graves?Why slumber on the sleepy decksWhile foam and clash the ...
Over that morn hung heaviness, until,Near sunless noon, we heard the ship's bell beatingA melancholy staccato on dead metal;Saw the ...
This morning more mysterious seems the sea Than yesterday when, with reverberant roar, It charged upon the beaches, and the ...
Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?) Slung atween the round ...
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