The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
What is the boy now, who has lost his ball, What, what is he to do? I saw it go ...
WHEN Juan sought the subterranean flood, And paid his obolus on the Stygian shore, Charon, the proud and sombre beggar, ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the ...
I live only here, between your eyes and you, But I live in your world. What do I do? --Collect ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
SHREWD Willie Smellie to Crochallan came; The old cock'd hat, the grey surtout the same; His bristling beard just rising ...
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand With ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and ...
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on ...
It's easy to fight when everything's right, And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer ...
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