Oh! Weep for Those (Lord Byron Poem)
I. Oh! Weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream, Weep for ...
I. Oh! Weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream, Weep for ...
Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shell where in theior racing start his seat got wedged under his knifing knees, ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
"PRAISE Woman still," his lordship roars, "Deserv'd or not, no matter?" But thee, whom all my soul adores, Ev'n Flattery ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours! I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth. I have ...
sway with me, everything sad -- madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to ...
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