Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Henry hates the world. What the world to Henry did will not bear thought. Feeling no pain, Henry stabbed his ...
A shallow lake, with many waterbirds, especially egrets: I was showing Mother around, An extraordinary vivid dream of Betty & ...
Henry's pelt was put on sundry walls where it did much resemble Henry and them persons was delighted. Especially his ...
Your face broods from my table, Suicide. Your force came on like a torrent toward the end of agony and ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the ...
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I'd feel among the lettuce- pickers of Salinas? I think of the ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
cry your dreams child, cry silent your screams as still again, those masters of war face our souls and try ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
Yad Mordechai. Those who fell here still look out the windows like sick children who are not allowed outside to ...
On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery, a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by ...
My child wafts peace. When I lean over him, It is not just the smell of soap. All the people ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn't the moon warm enough for you why do you need ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is ...
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