Parisina (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard;It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet ...
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard;It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet ...
I.White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon 's clouded and half free,Fluttering between the dun ...
I.The morning watch was come; the vessel layHer course, and gently made her liquid way;The cloven billow flashed from off ...
'It is the voice of years that are gone!they roll before me with all their deeds.'~OSSIANNewstead! fast-falling, once-resplendent dome! Religion's shrine! ...
'Expends Annibalem:--quot libras in duce summoInvenies?~JUVENAL., Sat. X.I.Tis done--but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive--And now thou art ...
Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair?Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice atone ...
Young Oak! when I planted thee deep in the ground, I hoped that thy days would be longer than mine;That thy ...
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses!In you let the minions of luxury rove;Restore me to the rocks, where ...
'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move:Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me ...
Oh Lady! when I left the shore, The distant shore which gave me birth,I hardly thought to grieve once more To quit ...
THE FOLLOWING ILLIBERAL IMPROMPTU APPEARED IN A MORNING PAPER:'Our nation's foes lament on Fox's death,But bless the hour when PITT ...
There is a tear for all that die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave;But nations swell the funeral cry, And Triumph weeps ...
When Time, or soon or late, shall bringThe dreamless sleep that lulls the dead,Oblivion! may thy languid wingWave gently o'er ...
I.Thou whose spell can raise the dead,Bid the prophet's form appear."Samuel, raise thy buried head!"King, behold the phantom seer!"Earth yawn'd; ...
I.Warriors and Chiefs! should the shaft or the swordPierce me in leading the host of the Lord,Heed not the corse, ...
Dear object of defeated care! Though now of Love and thee bereft,To reconcile me with despair, Thing image and any tears are ...
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