Siege and Conquest of Alhama, The (Lord Byron Poem)
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
Hey, out there!â?"assistant professors, full, associates,â?"instructorsâ?"othersâ?"anyâ?" I have a sing to shay. We are assembled here in the capital city ...
He stared at ruin. Ruin stared straight back. He thought they was old friends. He felt on the stair where ...
A hemorrhage of his left ear of Good Fridayâ?" so help me Jesusâ?"then made funny too the other, further one. ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores I always had this certain ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
BALKIS was in her marble town, And shadow over the world came down. Whiteness of walls, towers and piers, That ...
On a roof in the Old City Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight: The white sheet of a woman ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks- about the time of ...
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I ...
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