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 ...
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 ...
'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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when sheWalks by thy brink, and there ...
'O lachrymarum fons, tenero sacrosDucentium ortus ex animo; quaterFelix! in imo qui scatentemPectore te, pia Nympha, sensit.'~GRAYWhen Friendship or Love ...
Remember him, whom Passion's power Severely--deeply--vainly proved:Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both were loved.That yielding breast, that melting ...
THE FOLLOWING ILLIBERAL IMPROMPTU APPEARED IN A MORNING PAPER:'Our nation's foes lament on Fox's death,But bless the hour when PITT ...
There is a tear for all that die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave;But nations swell the funeral cry, And Triumph weeps ...
When some proud son of man returns to earth,Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp ...
There was a time, I need not name, Since it will ne'er forgotten be,When all our feelings were the same As still ...
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in ...
Here once engaged the stranger's view Young Friendship's record simply traced;Few were her words; but yet, though few, Resentment's hand the line ...
In moments to delight devoted, 'My life!' with tenderest tone you cry;Dear words! on which my heart had doted, If youth could ...
The Son of Love and Lord of War I sing; Him who bade England bow to Normandy And left the name of ...
As o'er the cold sepulchral stone Some name arrests the passer-by;Thus, when thou view'st this page alone, May mine attract thy pensive ...
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