The Island: Canto IV. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
I.White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon 's clouded and half free,Fluttering between the dun ...
I.White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon 's clouded and half free,Fluttering between the dun ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village street its ...
I, an Iroquois brave,Speak from my forest grave,Where by Utawa's wave I sleep in glory.Listen, pale faces, then,Let years roll back ...
My youth? I hear it mostly in the long, volleyingEchoes of billiards in the pool hall whereI spent it all, ...
1Stiff work for hands or will, they drovetheir brig southward. Science asked them assignplanet and land-mass place where none was ...
Were I that wandering citizen whose city is the world, I would not weep for all that fell before the flags ...
Flapping fierce her gory pinions, Whetting sharp her crimson beak,Vulture War her barbarous minions, Calls her ghastly prey to seek.Now her hideous ...
A ceaseless, awful, falling sea, whose sound Shakes earth and air, and whose resistless stroke Shoots high the volleying foam like cannon ...
Children of wealth in your warm nursery,Set in the cushioned window-seat to watchThe volleying snow, guarded invisiblyBy the clear double ...
August 13: 1704 Oft hast thou acted thy part, My country, worthily thee! Lifted ...
In Daly's Bar, when night is come, and the lighted gas-lamps glow,All red and gold the drinks do shine, and ...
All alone I went a-walking by the London Docks one day,For to see the ships discharging in the basins where ...
By copse and hedgerow, waste and wall,He thrusts his cushions red;O'er burdock rank, o'er thistles tall,He rears his hardy head:Within, ...
Laughing, we ran on the hot sand The damp beach under our feet The glistening ocean before us The girl ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals Disconsolate men who stamp their sodden boots ...
Along the wind-swept platform, pinched and white, The travellers stand in pools of wintry light, Offering themselves to morn's long, ...
There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a ...
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