The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
HEE balou, my sweet wee Donald, Picture o' the great Clanronald; Brawlie kens our wanton Chief Wha gat my young ...
The heart and service to you proffer'd With right good will full honestly, Refuse it not, since it is offer'd, ...
1 OUT from behind this bending, rough-cut Mask, (All straighter, liker Masks rejected-this preferr'd,) This common curtain of the face, ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
Why did you travel? Because the house was cold. Why did you travel? Because it is what I have always ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
My rhymes are rough, and often in my rhyming I've drifted, silver-sailed, on seas of dream, Hearing afar the bells ...
SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray ...
Smooth it glides upon its travel, Here a wimple, there a gleam-- O the clean gravel! O the smooth stream! ...
AS Love and Hope together Walk by me for a while, Link-armed the ways they travel For many a pleasant ...
AGAIN I hear you piping, for I know the tune so well, - You rouse the heart to wander and ...
LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shingles over our house and whistling a wolf song under the ...
In the upstairs hallway, complacent sunlight stings the walls with gold and translucent almond over Turkish runners betraying patterns faded ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
You that in vain would front the coming order With eyes that meet forlornly what they must, And only with ...
"Whether all towns and all who live in them- So long as they be somewhere in this world That we ...
Now Serena be not coy, Since we freely may enjoy Sweet embraces, such delights, As will shorten tedious nights. Think ...
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