The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Something black somewhere in the vistas of his heart. Tulips from Tates teazed Henry in the mood to be a ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry: some flurries have whitened the edges of roads and lawns: time ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, ...
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flecks ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
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