To M. S. G. (Lord Byron Poem)
Whene'er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! ...
Whene'er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! ...
Remember him, whom Passion's power Severely---deeply---vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both were loved. That ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
O! had my Fate been join'd with thine, As once this pledge appear'd a token, These follies had not, then, ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
AH, Chloris, since it may not be, That thou of love wilt hear; If from the lover thou maun flee, ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell, And very hard I find the task of governing it ...
Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?-- He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men, Saw ...
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair, First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view, He gaz'd, he listened to despair, Alas! 'twas all ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
I LEFT thee last, a child at heart, A woman scarce in years: I come to thee, a solemn corpse ...
God, God! With a child's voice I cry, Weak, sad, confidingly- God, God! Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
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