Stanzas For Music: There’s Not A Joy The World Can Give (Lord Byron Poems)
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines ...
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
It is so peaceful on the ceiling! It is the Place de la Concorde. The little crystal chandelier is off, ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
OF 1 a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonie lassie lives, ...
SLEEP'ST thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? Rosy morn now lifts his eye, Numbering ilka bud which Nature Waters wi' ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
TO my friend Butts I write My first vision of light, On the yellow sands sitting. The sun was emitting ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
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