Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I saw thee weep---the big bright tear Came o'er that eye of blue; And then methought it did appear A ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat- Found the ...
NO song nor dance I bring from yon great city, That queens it o'er our taste-the more's the pity: Tho' ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
Of a Ministry pitiful, angry, mean, A gallant commander the victim is seen. For promptitude, vigour, success, does he stand ...
Miss Lloyd has now sent to Miss Green, As, on opening the box, may be seen, Some years of a ...
Out of three or four in the room One is always standing at the window. Forced to see the injustice ...
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear Inhabitant ...
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet's forehead ...
England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy Sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from ...
England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy Sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from ...
The sun descending in the west. The evening star does shine. The birds are silent in their nest, And I ...
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as ...
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