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 ...
One Sabbath day my friend and IAfter the meeting, quietlyPassed from the crowded village lanes,White with dry dust for lack ...
Brother Bill.To have a good birthday for a grown-up person is very difficult indeed;We don't give it up, for Mother ...
The winter is gone; and at first Jack and I were sad,Because of the snow-man's melting, but now we are ...
The sea is mighty, but a mightier swaysHis restless billows. Thou, whose hands have scoopedHis boundless gulfs and built his ...
Mine are the night and morning,The pits of air, the gulf of space,The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,The innumerable days.I ...
The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, And on its outer point, some miles away,The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry, A ...
I Through the sunny garden The humming bees are still; The fir climbs the heather, The heather climbs the hill. The low clouds have riven A ...
Under the straight, still Indian sunWent forth a pompous train,To see some due obeisance doneFor England's name and reign.Gaily the ...
I met a woman, weeping by the sea,Not patiently, as women sit and weep,But running, white with passion, wild with ...
THE sea-sand drifts about my feet and whitens on the dunes,While, still complaining to the sky, the rocking water croons;The ...
Young Jenny, she walked ower t' ribbed sea-sand, (T' lairocks sing sae sweetly, O!)Wheer she met a fisher-lad, net ...
Do you remember that careless band, Riding o'er meadow and wet sea-sand, One autumn day, in a mist of ...
'Mid the seal-silt and the sea-sand, Sinuous and sinister, fold on fold,Sliding and winding tortuously, Slips the sea-snake, ...
When the sun rises where will you be Wandering, sweetheart of mine? On the wild mountain or on ...
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear ...
I was very well pleased with what I knowed, I reckoned myself no fool-- Till I met with a maid ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Well I remember how you smiled To see me write your name upon The soft sea-sand . . . "O! ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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