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 ...
IN IMITATION OF SPENCER.CANTO I.'MID Cambria's hills a lowly cottage stood,Circled with mossy tufts of sombre green;A vagrant brook flow'd ...
(Written in her sixteenth year)BRIGHTLY o'er spire, and dome, and tower,The pale moon shone at midnight hour,While all beneath her ...
THERE's silence in the princely halls,And brightly blaze the lighted walls,While clouds of musk and incense riseFrom vases of a ...
'TWAS night in Babylon,--yet many a beamOf lamps, far glittering from her domes on high,Shone, brightly mingling in Euphrates' stream,With ...
The shades of the Night are now fading away,And Morn in her balmy effulgence is seen ;The lark pours his ...
Now died the Night-breeze on the winding shore,And Folly's babbling voice was heard no more ;Calm was the hour, all ...
It is in sooth a lovely tress,Still curled in many a ring,As glossy as the plumes that dressThe raven's jetty ...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *To-night ...
When that hour comes when I shall sit alone,And ponder on the things that were, but are no more,The while ...
The snowdrop, Winter's timid child,Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears;And flings around its fragrance mild,And where no rival flow'rets bloom,Amid ...
SOFTLY did the curling billowWanton o'er the pebbly bay,While the sun's last beam departingMark'd the hour of sinking day:O'er the ...
SWEET is the hour when Contemplation straysO'er breezy woodland, or low-winding dell,List'ning the wild wave's slow-returning swell,Which o'er the rock ...
SWEET bird of twilight, sad thy notes, That swell the citron-flowers among !But sadder on the night-breeze floats Forlorn Alzira's plaintive song.While, ...
A summer wind blows through the open porch, And, 'neath the rustling eaves, A summer light of moonrise, calm ...
I have slept upon my couch, But my spirit did not rest, For the labours of the day Yet my ...
Who dwelt in yonder lonely Cot, Why is it thus forsaken? It seems, by all the world forgot, Above its ...
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed Together ...
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