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 ...
THROUGH the long hall the shuttered windows shedA dubious light on every upturned head;On locks like those of Absalom the ...
Deep in the shady sadness of a valeFar sunken from the healthy breath of morn,Far from the fiery noon, and ...
A bending staff I would not break,A feeble faith I would not shake,Nor even rashly pluck awayThe error which some ...
"Oh! spare dual idols of the past, Whose lips are dumb, whose eyes are dim; Truth's diadem is not for himWho comes, ...
On the isle of Penikese,Ringed about by sapphire seas,Fanned by breezes salt and cool,Stood the Master with his school.Over sails ...
I.A mathematician fell madly in loveWith a lady, young, handsome, and charming:By angles and ratios harmonic he stroveHer curves and ...
Dear sober emptyers o' the glass!Behold your goddess -- wife or lass, De'il hae me gin I ken;But weel I wat ...
Quite spent with thoughts, I left my cell and layWhere a shrill spring tuned to the early day.I begged here ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stainsThe bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot'ries ...
'TIS past! The sultry tyrant of the southHas spent his short-liv'd rage; more grateful hoursMove silent on; the skies no ...
All around him Patmos lies,Who hath spirit-gifted eyes,Who his happy sight can suitTo the great and the minute.Doubt not but ...
You may visit studiosIn New York or gay Paree;Watch the famous models pose;Study scenes of land and sea;You may sing ...
From plane of light to plane, wings dipping through Geometries and orchids that the sunset builds, Out of the peak's ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
THERE are no handles upon a language Whereby men take hold of it And mark it with signs for its ...
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