Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"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 ...
During the father's walkingâ?"how he look down by now in soft boards, Henry, pass and what he feel or no, ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
NOW rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers; And now comes in the happy hours, ...
Chorus-Here's a health to ane I loe dear, Here's a health to ane I loe dear; Thou art sweet as ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
i walk the dream where the street breathes in the shadow of moon-light, the lovers night. oh, sweet love long ...
I was in love with anatomy the symmetry of my body poised for flight, the heights it would take over ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
How could I love you more? I would give up Even that beauty I have loved too well That I ...
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road? The people pass through the dust ...
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