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 ...
I.A NATION'S greatness lies in men, not acres;One master-mind is worth a million hands.No royal robes have marked the planet-shakers,But ...
Dark fell the night, the watch was set,The host was idly spread,The Danes around their watchfires met,Caroused, and fiercely fed.The ...
Praisest Law, friend? We, too, love it much as they that love it best;'Tis the deep, august foundation, whereon Peace ...
Here is the temple he builded, he, Harold, the bravest of Saxons.Somewhere near it he lies, where once rose the ...
THE BROWN EYES came from Asia, where all mystery is true,Ere the masters of Soul Secrets dreamed of hazel, grey, ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling,Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms;But front their silent pipes no ...
When the sands grow cool, and the lazy tideSwings heavy 'gainst the shore,Leaning its waves in languorous easeTo the curve ...
Dark night along England's coast.Up from their ships come the swarming foemen;Harold Sigurd heads their host;Swordsmen and spearmen shouting to ...
To W. W. SERENE, vast head, with silver cloud of hairLined on the purple dusk of death,A stern medallion, velvet set-Old ...
1 England, fair England! Empress isle of isles! --Round whom the loving-envious ocean plays, Girdling thy feet with silver and ...
GOTTS blitz! blau Feuer, potz bomben Tod! Vot shimmers in de mitnacht roth? Like hell-shtrom boorst o'er heafen's plain, Trowin ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
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