The Island: Canto III. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
I.The fight was o'er; the flashing through the gloom,Which robes the cannon as he wings a tomb,Had ceased; and sulphury ...
I.The fight was o'er; the flashing through the gloom,Which robes the cannon as he wings a tomb,Had ceased; and sulphury ...
Part I.A couple old sat o'er the fire,And they were bent and gray;They burned the charcoal for their Lord,Who lived ...
The HumiliationThe Summary of the Poem.Theophila, or Divine Love, ascends to her Belov'd by three Degrees. By Humilitie, by Zeal, ...
LEMMINKAINEN'S RESTORATION.Lemminkainen's aged motherAnxious roams about the islands,Anxious wonders in her chambers,What the fate of Lemminkainen,Why her son so long ...
WAINAMOINEN'S BOAT-BUILDING.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,The eternal wisdom-singer,For his boat was working lumber,Working long upon his vessel,On a fog-point jutting seaward,On an ...
AN ARMENIAN LEGEND'Tis sunset, and the wind is blowing fair;Her anchor soon the good ship will be weighing,Toward the cross ...
O waly, waly, my gay goss-hawk,Gin your feathering be sheen!"And waly, waly, my master dear,Gin ye look pale and lean!"O ...
Beneath my window in a city street A monster lairs, a creature huge and grim And only half believed: the ...
It fell on a day I was happy,And the winds, the concave sky,The flowers and the beasts in the meadowSeemed ...
So he, with a clear shout of laughter,Forth of his ambush leapt, and he vaunted him, ...
Daily I listen to wonder and woe,Nightly I hearken to knave or to ace,Telling me stories of lava and snow,Delicate ...
Out of Ulster came O'Donnell, Black O'Donnell and his crew,-- Kelly, More, Mac Carthy, Connell, Joined the cry--"O'Donnell ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
Lay these words into the dead man's grave next to the almonds and black cherries--- tiny skulls and flowering blood-drops, ...
O THOU, whose stern command and precepts pure (Tho' agony in every vein should start, And slowly drain the blood-drops ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
I Immense, august, like some Titanic bloom, The mighty choir unfolds its lithic core, Petalled with panes of azure, gules ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
It chanced his lips did meet her forehead cool. She had no blush, but slanted down her eye. Shamed nature, ...
O say, thou wild, thou oft deceived heart, What mean these noisy throbbings in my breast? After thy long, unutterable ...
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