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 ...
WE were down in the Indian Ocean, after sperm, and three years out;The last six months in the tropics, and ...
Never stoops the soaring vultureOn his quarry in the desert,On the sick or wounded bison,But another vulture, watchingFrom his high ...
Before, before he was awareThe 'Verey' light had risen. on the airin hung glistering..And he could not stay his handFrom ...
Loafin' around in Sailor Town, a-bluin' o' my advance,I met a derelict donkyman who led me a merry dance,Till he ...
Old King Solomon once said, before all thegreat people, that there was a time for everyactivity in the world. Some ...
Oh, the scene is wide an' dreary an' the sun is settin' red,An' the grey-black sky of winter's comin' closer ...
Luff up, boys! clew up, and furl every sail;Clear the cables—let all fly, and clew;Though rocks are a-lee, she will ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull,And we flew the pretty colours of the cross-bones and ...
YANKEE packet's down the water --Blow, my bully boys, blow;Third mate loved the skipper's daughter -- Blow, my bully boys, ...
They say a man's known by the company he keepsI think that a lie and a scandal'Cos I've mixed with ...
Here's the dream I had, boys, an' I tell you true,I saw the old Fulmar plain as I see you ...
I was shipmates with Sorrow in a day gone by;We shared the wheel and look-out, old Sorrow and I:Good times ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon; daylight or moonlight They could not tell where ...
Little soul, little perpetually undressed one, Do now as I bid you, climb The shelf-like branches of the spruce tree; ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
The English and the French were met Upon the field of future battle; The foes were formidably set And waiting ...
Ye sons of Mars, come list to me, And I will relate to ye A great and heroic naval fight, ...
Good people of high and low degree, I pray ye all to list to me, And I'll relate a harrowing ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones ...
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