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 ...
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 ...
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses!In you let the minions of luxury rove;Restore me to the rocks, where ...
Those flaxen locks, those eyes of blueBright as thy mother's in their hue;Those rosy lips, whose dimples playAnd smile to ...
I.From the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome,I beheld thee, Oh Sion! when rendered to Rome:'Twas thy ...
From the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome,I beheld thee, oh Sion! when render'd to Rome:'Twas thy ...
Since our Country, our God -- Oh, my Sire!Demand that thy Daughter expire;Since thy triumph was brought by thy vow--Strike ...
To be the father of the fatherless, To stretch the hand from the throne's height, and raise His offspring, who expired in ...
What matter the pangs of a husband and father, If his sorrows in exile be great or be small,So the Pharisee's ...
Weep, daughter of a royal line, A Sire's disgrace, a realm's decay;Ah! happy if each tear of thine Could wash a father's ...
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