The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
It's buried at a distance, on my insistence, buried. Weather's severe there, which it will not mind. I miss it. ...
He published his girl's bottom in staid pages of an old weekly. Where will next his rages ridiculous Henry land? ...
During the father's walkingâ?"how he look down by now in soft boards, Henry, pass and what he feel or no, ...
Again, his friend's death made the man sit still and freeze insideâ?"his daughter won first priceâ?" his wife scowled over ...
In a blue series towards his sleepy eyes they slid like wonder, women tall & small, of every shape & ...
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
RAVING winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring- "Farewell, hours ...
FAREWELL, thou stream that winding flows Around Eliza's dwelling; O mem'ry! spare the cruel thoes Within my bosom swelling. Condemn'd ...
Chorus-Here's a health to ane I loe dear, Here's a health to ane I loe dear; Thou art sweet as ...
Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
O THOU pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders ...
BLYTHE hae I been on yon hill, As the lambs before me; Careless ilka thought and free, As the breeze ...
I tell you hopeless grief is passionless, That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air ...
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night, running the blade of the knife under his fingernails, ...
I loved you- even now I may confess Some embers of my love their fire retain But do not let ...
The wondrous moment of our meeting... I well remember you appear Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty's angel ...
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