On A Distant View Of Harrow (Lord Byron Poem)
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
Remember him, whom Passion's power Severely---deeply---vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both were loved. That ...
Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe, And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush Its ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
When coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah! whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay, But leaves ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
O! had my Fate been join'd with thine, As once this pledge appear'd a token, These follies had not, then, ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, ...
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
When Friendship or Love Our sympathies move; When Truth, in a glance, should appear, The lips may beguile, With a ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
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