The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Start not-nor deem my spirit fled: In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
The sunburnt terraces which swans make home with water purling, Macchu Pichu died like Delphi long agoâ?" a message to ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
YE banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery! Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your ...
WHARE live ye, my bonie lass? And tell me what they ca' ye; My name, she says, is mistress Jean, ...
ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love ...
DEAR Myra, the captive ribband's mine, 'Twas all my faithful love could gain; And would you ask me to resign ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
IT was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are bonie, Beneath the moon's unclouded light, I held awa to ...
THOU ling'ring star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My ...
ALL hail! inexorable lord! At whose destruction-breathing word, The mightiest empires fall! Thy cruel, woe-delighted train, The ministers of grief ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your ...
THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man, Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions Of thy tumultuous senses, moans ...
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
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