The Island: Canto IV. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
I.White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon 's clouded and half free,Fluttering between the dun ...
I.White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon 's clouded and half free,Fluttering between the dun ...
I.The fight was o'er; the flashing through the gloom,Which robes the cannon as he wings a tomb,Had ceased; and sulphury ...
I. ANNISQUAM Old days, old ways, old homes beside the sea; Old gardens with old-fashioned flowers aflame, Poppy, petunia, and many a name Of many ...
Brave beauteous pair! if e'er indeedYour names were clothed in mortal weed;If ye are more than lovely gleams,Whose dwelling is ...
WHILE o'er the Alpine cliffs I musing stray'd, And gaz'd on nature, in her charms severe,The last soft beam of parting ...
WHEN evening with its breezy airSucceeds the sultry day,Let others wear, in crowds and glare,The tranquil hours away;But be it ...
When the keen axe remorseless laid The woods of Edgecombe low, Lest now their leafy skreen should aid The approaches of the foe; Astonish'd ...
'Twas on a lofty vase's side,Where China's gayest art had dy'dThe azure flow'rs that blow;Demurest of the tabby kind,The pensive ...
How dull the wretch, whose philosophic mindDisdains the pleasures of fantastic kind;Whose prosy thoughts the joys of life exclude,And wreck ...
This is the face of her I've dreamed of long; Here in my heart's despair, This is the face of her Pictured in song. Look ...
IN this old porch, fast mouldering to decay,But wreathed in vines and girt by shadowy trees,All day I hear the ...
Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth, The springing music, and its wasting breath--The fairest things in life are Death and ...
Day of the cloud in fleets! O dayOf wedded white and blue, that sailImmingled, with a footing rayIn shadow-sandals down ...
IBecause the currents of our love are pouredThrough the slow welter of the primal floodFrom some blind source of monster-haunted ...
SOCRATES SPEAKS Hither, come hither, ye Clouds renowned, and unveil yourselves here; Come, though ye dwell ...
O leave the labouring roadways of the town,The shifting faces and the changeful hueOf markets, and broad echoing streets that ...
'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow, Demurest of the ...
For more than 40 years we've been good friends, since 1963 in fact, from college where we met (and managed ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
Though thou did'st hear the tempest from afar, And felt'st the horrors of the wat'ry war, To me unknown, yet ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
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