Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
28 July Calmly, while sat up friendlies & made noise delight fuller than he can ready sing or studiously say, ...
He published his girl's bottom in staid pages of an old weekly. Where will next his rages ridiculous Henry land? ...
In a blue series towards his sleepy eyes they slid like wonder, women tall & small, of every shape & ...
THERE are some powerful odours that can pass Out of the stoppard flagon; even glass To them is porous. Oft ...
MUSIC doth uplift me like a sea Towards my planet pale, Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity I lift ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost- silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus on ...
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would ...
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
84 Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines 85 From his ...
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
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