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 ...
One struggle more, and I am free From pangs that rend my heart in twain;One last long sigh to love and ...
'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move:Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me ...
Time! on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly,Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, But drag or drive us on ...
Must thou go, my glorious Chief, Sever'd from thy faithful few?Who can tell thy warrior's grief, Maddening o'er that long adieu?Woman's love, ...
There is a tear for all that die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave;But nations swell the funeral cry, And Triumph weeps ...
There was a time, I need not name, Since it will ne'er forgotten be,When all our feelings were the same As still ...
Thou art not false, but thou art fickle, To those thyself so fondly sought;The tears that thou hast forced to trickle Are ...
When Man, expell'd from Eden's bowers, A moment linger'd near the gate,Each scene recall'd the vanish'd hours, And bade him curse his ...
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