To A Beautiful Quaker (Lord Byron Poem)
Sweet girl! though only once we met, That meeting I shall ne'er forget; And though we ne'er may meet again, ...
Sweet girl! though only once we met, That meeting I shall ne'er forget; And though we ne'er may meet again, ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
O! had my Fate been join'd with thine, As once this pledge appear'd a token, These follies had not, then, ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
There were strange gatherings. A vote would come that would be no vote. There would come a rope. Yes. There ...
Eighty Lonely in his great age, Henry's old friend leaned on his burning cane while hÃs old friend was hymnéd ...
He yelled at me in Greek, my God!â?"It's not his language and I'm no good atâ?"his Aramaic, wasâ?"I am a ...
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as ...
Morning, evening, noon and night, ``Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal ...
SAE flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-arching Twa laughing e'en o' lovely blue; Her ...
Chorus.-Bonie lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonie lassie, will ye go To the birks of ...
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and ...
AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods; Till full he dashes on the ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
I was in love with anatomy the symmetry of my body poised for flight, the heights it would take over ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired. You in your soaked shirt diffused into the ...
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
The first rain reminds me Of the rising summer dust. The rain doesn't remember the rain of yesteryear. A year ...
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