John Keats, (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
Who killed John Keats?'I,' says the Quarterly,So savage and Tartarly;''Twas one of my feats.'Who shot the arrow?'The poet-priest Milman(So ready ...
Who killed John Keats?'I,' says the Quarterly,So savage and Tartarly;''Twas one of my feats.'Who shot the arrow?'The poet-priest Milman(So ready ...
Here's a happy new year! but with reason I beg you'll permit me to sayWish me many returns of the season, But ...
Kind Reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;Here HAROLD lies, but where's his Epitaph?If such you seek, try Westminster, ...
This day, of all our days, has done The worst for me and you :-'Tis just six years since we were ...
The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses who pull;Each tugs it a different way, And the greatest of ...
Youth, Nature, and relenting Jove,To keep my Lamp in strongly strove;But Romanelli was so stout,He beat all three, and blew ...
Through life's dull road, so dim and dirty,I have dragg'd to three-and-thirty.What have these years left to me?Nothing--except thirty-three. (Lord ...
With death doom'd to grapple, Beneath this cold slab, heWho lied in the Chapel Now lies in the Abbey.January 1820. (Lord George ...
Posterity will ne'er surveyA nobler grave than this:Here lie the bones of Castlereagh:Stop, traveler-- (Lord George Gordon Byron)
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