Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
In a motion of night they massed nearer my post. I hummed a short blues. When the stars went out ...
They pointed me out on the highway, and they said 'That man has a curious way of holding his head.' ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
SAE flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-arching Twa laughing e'en o' lovely blue; Her ...
AS I gaed up by yon gate-end, When day was waxin' weary, Wha did I meet come down the street, ...
'TWAS na her bonie blue e'e was my ruin, Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoin'; 'Twas the ...
DELUDED swain, the pleasure The fickle Fair can give thee, Is but a fairy treasure, Thy hopes will soon deceive ...
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
sail on, when the sun is gone when the wind rises off a river slow when you hear no more ...
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash, sprawl in held ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters ...
The rest of us watch from beyond the fence as the woman moves with her jagged stride into her pain ...
You take my hand and I'm suddenly in a bad movie, it goes on and on and why am I ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
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