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 ...
And yet beneath that happy sky,Was heard one ever--during sigh,One heart of sadness there was known,One voice of sorrow wept ...
The shades of evening closed around The boundless prairies of the west,As, grouped in sadness on the ground, A band of pilgrims ...
They brought them up from their huts in the fens, The woeful sufferers gaunt and grim;They flocked from the city's noisome ...
She is lying in state, this fair June day,While the bee from the rose its sweetness sips;Her heart thrills not ...
We stood on the rented patioWhile the party went on inside.You knew the groom from college.I was a friend of ...
Where shall I start? I was still a child. I was white likemarble and pure. They say I possessed a ...
THE MOTHER.There was a worthy, but a simple Pair,Who nursed a Daughter, fairest of the fair:Sons they had lost, and ...
As the battle din recededOver the hills and far away,Tyorkin, lonely and unheeded,In the snow abandoned lay.Blood and snow to ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table-The girl with golden hair-'The purpling body lies on the polished marble.We open ...
(From the French of Charles Baudelaire)Remember now, my Love, what piteous thingWe saw on a summer's gracious day:By the roadside ...
When I had sight, great glamour wasIn myriad lamps of coloured glass:Old lamps for new I never sold;For old were ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Like the gate of heaven opening on the first day of the flood a sudden torrent fell today momentary as ...
Knock with tremor -- These are Caesars -- Should they be at Home Flee as if you trod unthinking On ...
( A Poem in Remembrance) Bhaskar Roy Barman Jimmy, a black, snub-nosed bitch, a jaw shoved out, your eyes throwing ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze, Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes, Dims the cave of ...
'Twas in the year 1815, and on the 18th day of June, That British cannon, against the French army, loudly ...
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