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 ...
'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 ...
Ah! Love was never yet withoutThe pang, the agony, the doubt,Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh,While day and night ...
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret?For months you may try, yet, believe me, ...
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 ...
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