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 ...
O SHADOWY Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep In the deep heart of a black marble tomb; When thou for ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. June was not over Though past the fall, And the best of her roses Had yet to blow, When ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
Chorus.-Lassie wi'the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my Dearie, ...
Chorus-O wat ye wha's in yon town, Ye see the e'enin sun upon, The dearest maid's in yon town, That ...
O BONIE was yon rosy brier, That blooms sae far frae haunt o' man; And bonie she, and ah, how ...
AS I gaed up by yon gate-end, When day was waxin' weary, Wha did I meet come down the street, ...
HERE is the glen, and here the bower All underneath the birchen shade; The village-bell has told the hour, O ...
"WHA is that at my bower-door?" "O wha is it but Findlay!" "Then gae your gate, ye'se nae be here:" ...
YON wandering rill that marks the hill, And glances o'er the brae, Sir, Slides by a bower, where mony a ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
BY Allan stream I chanc'd to rove, While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi; The winds are whispering thro' the grove, The ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove, Tell me Fair One, tell me Love; Where thou thy charming nest dost ...
The sun descending in the west. The evening star does shine. The birds are silent in their nest, And I ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his ...
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