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 ...
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard;It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet ...
Without a stone to mark the spot, And say, what Truth might well have said,By all, save one, perchance forgot, Ah! wherefore ...
There is a tear for all that die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave;But nations swell the funeral cry, And Triumph weeps ...
Ah! heedless girl! why thus disclose What ne'er was meant for other ears:Why thus destroy thine own repose And dig the source ...
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