Parisina (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard;It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet ...
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard;It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet ...
EDINA'S cloud-cap'd hills and spires,With castle-rocks, and cannon's roar,These fortresses which guard your coast,Encompass'd by the sea-girt shore.Your public domes ...
PIZARRO lands with the Forces—His meeting with ATALIBA —Its un-happy consequences—ZORAI dies—ATALIBA imprisoned, and strangled—Despair of ALZIRA . Flush'd with impatient ...
Ah, better the thud of the deadly gun, and the crash of the bursting shell,Than the terrible silence where drought ...
Who falsely called thee destroyer, still white Angel of Death? Oh not a destroyer here, but a kind restorer, thou,For the ...
WRITTEN IN WINTER.WHY dost thou treat me thus, harsh master, say!Why, with hard usage, wear me half away?Perverse of spirit! ...
PAVEMENT slipp'ry, people sneezing, Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ; Titled gluttons dainties carving, Genius in a garret starving. Lofty mansions, warm and spacious ...
I.'Twas when the seas were roaringWith hollow blasts of wind;A damsel lay deploring,All on a rock reclin'd.Wide o'er the roaring ...
THE MOONBEAMS over Arno's vale in silver flood were pouring, When first I heard the nightingale a long-lost love deploring. So passionate, ...
BLUE-EYED saint from heaven low bending, Grant, oh, grant a mortal's prayer,From her broken heart ascending Through the silent midnight air.Thou, O ...
Hail Queen of Saints; Hail mercies MotherOur life, our hope, our comfort, Hail:To thee, deploring one another,We poor Eves banish't ...
O'er the Desert, cross the Meadows,Hunters blew the merry Horn ;Phoebus chas'd the flying Shadows :Eccho, she reply'd, in Scorn ...
At the coming up of Phoebus the all-luminous charioteer,Double-visaged stand the mountains in imperial multitudes,And with shadows dappled men sing ...
"AH! poor negro Sadi, what sorrows, what anguish Oppress the lone victim fate dooms for a slave! What eye or ...
Forth from the city in our cars we drove, Until we halted at the pasture ground. The general came, ...
I always s like the northern birches:Their view, so downcast and grave, The fever, which poor souls scorches,Cools like the ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
RAVING winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring- "Farewell, hours ...
Pavement slipp'ry, people sneezing, Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ; Titled gluttons dainties carving, Genius in a garret starving. Lofty ...
In Baltimore there lived a boy. He wasn't anybody's joy. Although his name was Jabez Dawes, His character was full ...
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