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! ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
To gaze at a river made of time and water And remember Time is another river. To know we stray ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
I turn the page and read: "I dream of silent verses where the rhyme Glides noiseless as an oar." The ...
Fall's leaves are redder than spring's flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the wind schools them out ...
BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive; Thou goest, the darling of my heart; Sever'd from thee, can I survive, But ...
The nameless shadowy female rose from out the breast of Orc, Her snaky hair brandishing in the winds of Enitharmon; ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing ...
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing ...
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as ...
I have just spent one-hour-and-a-half handicapping tomorrow's card. when am I going to get at the poems? well, they'll just ...
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