The Bride of Abydos (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 ...
It was wet & white & swift and where I am we don't know. It was dark and then it ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
IN simmer, when the hay was mawn, And corn wav'd green in ilka field, While claver blooms white o'er the ...
AMANG the trees, where humming bees, At buds and flowers were hinging, O, Auld Caledon drew out her drone, And ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
I have become very hairy all over my body. I'm afraid they'll start hunting me because of my fur. My ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
YESTREEN I had a pint o' wine, A place where body saw na; Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine ...
NOW Robin 1 lies in his last lair, He'll gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair; Cauld poverty, wi' hungry stare, ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
My spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way. My emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will. I label clearly, ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
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