Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
DWELLER in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation! mark, Who in widow-weeds appears, Laden with unhonour'd years, Noosing with care ...
GO, fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before ...
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam, I saw an Echo-Spirit in his ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
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