It Is the Hour (Lord Byron Poem)
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour -- when ...
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour -- when ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
Missolonghi, Jan. 22, 1824 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though ...
ANGEL of gaiety, have you tasted grief? Shame and remorse and sobs and weary spite, And the vague terrors of ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
BEAUTEOUS Rosebud, young and gay, Blooming in thy early May, Never may'st thou, lovely flower, Chilly shrink in sleety shower! ...
WAE worth thy power, thou cursed leaf! Fell source o' a' my woe and grief! For lack o' thee I've ...
HEALTH to the Maxwell's veteran Chief! Health, aye unsour'd by care or grief: Inspir'd, I turn'd Fate's sibyl leaf, This ...
O RAGING Fortune's withering blast Has laid my leaf full low, O! O raging Fortune's withering blast Has laid my ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
In the cold, cold parlor my mother laid out Arthur beneath the chromographs: Edward, Prince of Wales, with Princess Alexandra, ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Through that window-all else being extinct Except itself and me-I saw the struggle Of darkness against darkness. Within the room ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
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