Epistle To Augusta (Lord Byron Poem)
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
Down on the cathedrals, as from the Giralda in a land no crueller, and over the walls to domes & ...
I heard said 'Cats that walk by their wild lone' but Henry had need of friends. They disappeared Shall I ...
'NO VISITORS' I thumb the roller to and leans against the door. Comfortable in my horseblanket I prop on the ...
Nothin very bad happen to me lately. How you explain that? â?"I explain that, Mr Bones, terms o' your bafflin ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
THE LOVELY lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; For, e'en to morn she cries, alas! And ...
NO song nor dance I bring from yon great city, That queens it o'er our taste-the more's the pity: Tho' ...
O HOW can I be blythe and glad, Or how can I gang brisk and braw, When the bonie lad ...
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
Inheritance. I wasn't raised to call myself Black, Indian, Chinese-- "You're human," said my parents. That was all. By the ...
In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
An Arab shepherd is searching for his goat on Mount Zion And on the opposite hill I am searching for ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your ...
Chorus.-O WHISTLE, an' I'll come to ye, my lad, O whistle, an' I'll come to ye, my lad, Tho' father ...
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