Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady's hat, --oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
NO churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked ...
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