The Island: Canto II. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
I.How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai,When Summer's Sun went down the coral bay!Come, let us to the islet's softest ...
I.How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai,When Summer's Sun went down the coral bay!Come, let us to the islet's softest ...
Range from Tower--hill all London to the Fleet,Thence round the Temple, t'utmost Grosvenor--street:Take in your route both Gray's and Lincoln's ...
I've read, my friend, of Dioclesian,And many another noble Grecian,Who wealth and palaces resigned,In cots the joys of peace to ...
THE evening wore on with the Judge in the chairWhile song after song sought the rafter;We crowned him with holly ...
To decay, to become mould, dank mould,Green-lipped, festered; to become dust-To be thwarted asunder by the hand of time-To be ...
Behold, I can jest with Time-The goose which I pluck, each day a feather,Which I lightly blow upon eternity-Hoping it ...
SCENE--London, a Bookseller's Shop. Enter Author, smiling and rubbing his Hands. AUTHOR. Well, Slider!--and how d'ye go on with my ...
Let the Statesman swarm like bees, At Receptions and Levees, And Diplomats the drawing-room adorn; Let Patriots grow gray, ...
"I AND my cousin Wildair met And tossed a pot together;- Burnt sack it was that Molly brewed, ...
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
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