Written After Swimming From Sestos To Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
If, in the month of dark December, Leander, who was nightly wont (What maid will not the tale remember?) To ...
If, in the month of dark December, Leander, who was nightly wont (What maid will not the tale remember?) To ...
She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in, degraded Henry, at the ebb of loveâ?" O at the end of ...
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed ...
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
All June I bound the rose in sheaves. Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves And strew them where ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
GUID speed and furder to you, Johnie, Guid health, hale han's, an' weather bonie; Now, when ye're nickin down fu' ...
O LOGAN, sweetly didst thou glide, That day I was my Willie's bride, And years sin syne hae o'er us ...
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? ...
AS I was a-wand'ring ae morning in spring, I heard a young ploughman sae sweetly to sing; And as he ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
IT was the charming month of May, When all the flow'rs were fresh and gay. One morning, by the break ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to ...
don't feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain ...
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