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 ...
ACROSS the Stony Mountains, o'er the desert's drouth and sand,The circles of our empire touch the western ocean's strand;From slumberous ...
Stream of my fathers! sweetly stillThe sunset rays thy valley fill;Poured slantwise down the long defile,Wave, wood, and spire beneath ...
I met a man in South Street, tall-a nervous shark tooth swung on his chain.His eyes pressed through green glass-green ...
A walk in the city by day ;— When rural simplicity stopsTo wonder at all that is glittering gay Heap'd in the ...
I once did know a Turkish manWhom I upon a two-pair-back met,His name it was EFFENDI KHANBACKSHEESH PASHA BEN ALLAH ...
No aimless wanderers, by the fiend UnrestGoaded from shore to shore;No schoolmen, turning, in their classic quest,The leaves of empire ...
Oh Lady! when I left the shore, The distant shore which gave me birth,I hardly thought to grieve once more To quit ...
We are they who come faster than fate:We are they who ride early or late:We storm at your ivory gate:Pale ...
'Sublime tobacco ! which from east to westCheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest;Which on the Moslem's ottoman dividesHis ...
OUR two devoted hearts were joined and boundBy streaming rays, with heaven's own light aglow;We read each other's souls like ...
As I came down from Lebanon, Came winding, wandering slowly down Through mountain passes bleak and brown, The cloudless day ...
I like to see in graceful row My modest pipes upon the wall,For there they make a dainty show, And ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"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 ...
Because my overcoat's in pawn, I choose to take my glass Within a little bistro on The rue du Montparnasse; ...
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