The Island: Canto II. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
I.How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai,When Summer's Sun went down the coral bay!Come, let us to the islet's softest ...
I.How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai,When Summer's Sun went down the coral bay!Come, let us to the islet's softest ...
I.White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon 's clouded and half free,Fluttering between the dun ...
'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! ...
In one dread night our city saw, and sigh'd,Bow'd to the dust, the Drama's tower of prideIn one short hour ...
Few years have pass'd since thou and I Were firmest friends, at least in name,And childhood's gay sincerity Preserved our feelings long ...
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise,And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of the skies.Our guides ...
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious Queen of childish joys,Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of girls and boys;At ...
'O lachrymarum fons, tenero sacrosDucentium ortus ex animo; quaterFelix! in imo qui scatentemPectore te, pia Nympha, sensit.'~GRAYWhen Friendship or Love ...
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 ...
Fill the goblet again! for I never beforeFelt the glow which now gladdens my heart to its core;Let us drink!--who ...
Your pardon, my friend, if my rhymes did offend; Your pardon, a thousand times o'er:From friendship I strove your pangs to ...
When Time, or soon or late, shall bringThe dreamless sleep that lulls the dead,Oblivion! may thy languid wingWave gently o'er ...
When some proud son of man returns to earth,Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp ...
Absent or present, still to thee, My friend, what magic spells belong!As all can tell, who share, like me, In turn thy ...
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