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 ...
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 ...
I.The fight was o'er; the flashing through the gloom,Which robes the cannon as he wings a tomb,Had ceased; and sulphury ...
'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 ...
Huzza! Hodgson, we are going, Our embargo's off at last; Favourable breezes blowing Bend the canvass o'er the mast. From aloft the signal's streaming, Hark! ...
High in the midst, surrounded by his peers,MAGNUS his ample front sublime up rears:Placed on his chair of state, he ...
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 ...
'O lachrymarum fons, tenero sacrosDucentium ortus ex animo; quaterFelix! in imo qui scatentemPectore te, pia Nympha, sensit.'~GRAYWhen Friendship or Love ...
One struggle more, and I am free From pangs that rend my heart in twain;One last long sigh to love and ...
There was a sound of revelry by night,And Belgium's capital had gathered thenHer beauty and her chivalry, and brightThe lamps ...
Oh Lady! when I left the shore, The distant shore which gave me birth,I hardly thought to grieve once more To quit ...
If sometimes in the haunts of men Thine image from my breast may fade,The lonely hour presents again The semblance of thy ...
The King was on his throne,The Satraps throng'd the hall:A thousand bright lamps shoneO'er that high festival.A thousand cups of ...
When some proud son of man returns to earth,Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp ...
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in ...
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 ...
When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, Let him combat for that of his neighbours;Let him think ...
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