The Island: Canto II. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
I.How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai,When Summer's Sun went down the coral bay!Come, let us to the islet's softest ...
I.How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai,When Summer's Sun went down the coral bay!Come, let us to the islet's softest ...
ARGUMENT.Conlath was the youngest of Morni's sons, and brother to the celebrated Gaul. He was in love with Cuthona, the ...
THE STORY OF AN ARCTIC NIP.AY, ay, I'll tell you, shipmates,If you care to hear the tale,How myself and the ...
Mighty magician! who on Torneo's brow,When sullen tempests wrap the throne of night,Art wont to sit and catch the gleam ...
THERE in his room, whene'er the moon looks in,And silvers now a shell, and now a fin,And o'er his chart ...
Saint Brandan sails the northern main;The brotherhood of saints are glad.He greets them once, he sails again;So late!-such storms!-The Saint ...
I like not tears in tune, nor do I prize His artificial grief that scans his eyes; Mine weep down pious beads, ...
In the far-off Polar seas,Far beyond the Hebrides,Where the icebergs, towering high,Seem to pierce the wintry sky,And the fur-clad EsquimauxGlides ...
WINDS! are they winds?--or myriad ghosts, that shriek?Ghosts of poor mariners, drowned in Northern seas,Beside the surf-tormented Hebrides,Whose voices now ...
LOVE is no product of the obedient will,It hath its root in those deep sympathiesMere ties of blood are powerless ...
Bring the wine-cup, companions! and let it go round! At its bottom good humor and mirth will be found; Bring ...
17851 O sunset, of the rise Unworthy!--that, so brave, so clear, so gay; This, prison'd in low-hanging earth-mists ...
To make a perfect fish menu,The witches found they had to placeUpon this alcoholic baseGreat stacks of food and spices ...
The old men sit by the fire and doze And dream to their souls' content. They were gallant ...
FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA. Supposed to have been written in the Hebrides. ON this lone island, whose unfruitful breastFeeds ...
Where the Northern Ocean in vast whirlsBoils round the naked melancholy islesOf furthest Thule, and the Atlantic surgePours in among ...
When descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox, Landword in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, ...
Beyond the narrows of the Inner Hebrides We sailed the cold angry sea toward Barra, where Heaval mountain Lifts like ...
Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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