When Coldness Wraps This Suffering Clay (Lord Byron Poem)
When coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah! whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay, But leaves ...
When coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah! whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay, But leaves ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
WHEN Juan sought the subterranean flood, And paid his obolus on the Stygian shore, Charon, the proud and sombre beggar, ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
Today, my love, leaves are thrashing the wind just as pedestrians are erecting again the buildings of this drab forbidding ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
Five months ago the stream did flow, The lilies bloomed within the sedge, And we were lingering to and fro, ...
at the track today, Father's Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a little surprise. ...
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