The Island: Canto III. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
I.The fight was o'er; the flashing through the gloom,Which robes the cannon as he wings a tomb,Had ceased; and sulphury ...
I.The fight was o'er; the flashing through the gloom,Which robes the cannon as he wings a tomb,Had ceased; and sulphury ...
Many ages ago, near the high Hartz, there dweltA rude race of blood-loving giants, who feltNo joy but the fierce ...
WHAT murmurs are these that so wofully riseInto heart-storms of agony borne from afar?A tempest of passion, a tumult of ...
WHAT! still does the mother of treason uprearHer crest 'gainst the furies that darken her sea,Unquelled by mistrust, and unblanched ...
Thy soil, Virginia! is all hallowed ground, Made such by steps of patriots; thy high fame,Alway unto our ears, a glorious ...
Oh! had I that poetic lore Bestowed upon the favored few,To ope' Dame Nature's bounteous store, And hold her treasures up to ...
THE sombre wings of the tempest,In fetterless force unfurled,Buffet the face of beauty,And scar the grace of the world;But they ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
Unroll Erin's flag! fling its folds to the breeze!Let it float o'er the land, let it flash o'er the seas!Lift ...
Glorious daughter of time! Thou of the mild blue eye -- Thou of the virginal forehead --pallid, unfurrowed of tears-- ...
WILD rider of grey clouds, beneath whose breath The stars dissolve in mist, or rain, or sleet;Who chariotest the ...
WHAT am I? Ah, you know it, I am the modern Sage, Seer, savant, merchant, poet-- I am, in brief, ...
Who sees him walk the street, can scarce forbearTo question thus his friend, What prig goes there?So much hath Nature, ...
"IT is good to strive against wind and rain In the keen, sweet weather that autumn brings. The wild ...
Now and then there's a couple whose conjugal life Is happy as happy can be;Now and then there's a man ...
Like an azure vein from the heart of the main, Pulsing with joy for ever, By verdurous Isles, with dimpled ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Ho, a day Whereon we may up and away, With a fetterless wind that is out on the downs, And ...
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