To Thyrza: And Thou Art Dead (Lord Byron Poem)
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
From Job A spirit passed before me: I beheld The face of immortality unveiled- Deep sleep came down on every ...
Under the table, no. That last was stunning, that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed. Why drink so, ...
Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one! I never cared for fifty, when nothing got done. The hospitals were fun in certain ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
Never the time and the place And the loved one all together! This path--how soft to pace! This May -- ...
O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims? What would I have? What is this 'sleep', which seems To bound ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
The moth's kiss, first! Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, ...
WHEN Januar' wind was blawing cauld, As to the north I took my way, The mirksome night did me enfauld, ...
ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love ...
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to ...
It is so peaceful on the ceiling! It is the Place de la Concorde. The little crystal chandelier is off, ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
Sometimes, I forget the sun sinking into ocean. Desert is only a handful of sand held by my daughter. In ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
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 ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because ...
Try to remember some details. Remember the clothing of the one you love so that on the day of loss ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world ...
There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear Inhabitant ...
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