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which poets prone to lie have paved with gold
which poets sprinkle o'er with sands of gold
which fabling poets | img2poems |
who hate the very hand that waves the sword
to shield them etc
to guard them etc | img2poems |
from rock to rock
blue columns soaring loft in sulphury wreath
fragments on fragments in contention knock | img2poems |
there shall they rot while rhymers tell the fools
how honour decks the turf that wraps their clay
liars avaunt | img2poems |
the seal love's rosy finger has imprest
on her fair chin denotes how soft his touch
her lips where kisses make voluptuous nest | img2poems |
though in lieu
of true devotion monkish temples share
the hours misspent and all in turns is love or prayer | img2poems |
the warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole
are sought in vain and o'er each mouldering tower
dim with the mist of years gray flits the shade of power | img2poems |
what leagues are lost before the dawn of day
thus loitering pensive on the willing seas
the flapping sail hauled down to halt for logs like these | img2poems |
ah
happy years
once more who would not be a boy | img2poems |
the cross descends thy minarets arise
and the pale crescent sparkles in the glen
through many a cypress-grove within each city's ken | img2poems |
gives hope to the valiant and promise of war
all the sons of the mountains arise at the note
chimariot illyrian and dark suliote | img2poems |
greece
change thy lords thy state is still the same
thy glorious day is o'er but not thine years of shame | img2poems |
reason thus with life
if i do lose thee i do lose a thing
that none but fools would keep | img2poems |
this be the wittol picts ignoble boast
to rive what goth and turk and time hath spared
cold and accursed as his native coast | img2poems |
one was olympias the floating snake
roll'd round her ankles round her waist
knotted etc | img2poems |
and roused him more from thought than he was wont
while pleasure almost seemed to smooth his pallid front
while pleasure almost smiled along | img2poems |
yet here and there some daring mountain-band
disdain his power and from their rocky hold
hurl their defiance far nor yield unless to gold | img2poems |
caliriotes with the dark
eyes open the gate that
i may enter | img2poems |
if i have kissed thee
what hast thou gained
my soul is consumed with fire | img2poems |
i am wounded by thy
love and have loved
but to scorch myself | img2poems |
i have said i wish no
dowry but thine eyes
and eyelashes | img2poems |
this puissant spirit
yet shall reascend
self-raised and repossess its native seat | img2poems |
and is this all the world has gained by thee
thou first and last of fields
king-making victory | img2poems |
arm
arm
it is it is the cannon's opening roar | img2poems |
out of these create he can
forms more real than living man
nurslings of immortality | img2poems |
here his last flight the haughty eagle flew
then tore with bloody beak the fatal plain
pierced with the shafts of banded nations through | img2poems |
here his last flight the haughty eagle flew
then bit with bloody beak the rent plain
then tore with bloody beak | img2poems |
be just be grateful nor the oppressor's creed
reviving heavier chastisement deserve
than ever forced unpitied hearts to bleed | img2poems |
and wakening citizens with terror dumb
or whispering with pale lips the foe they come they come
or whispering with pale lips the desolation's come | img2poems |
yet nature everywhere resumed her course
low pansies to the sun their purple gave
and the soft poppy blossomed on the grave | img2poems |
greater than in thy fortunes for in them
ambition lured thee on too far to show
that true habitual scorn | img2poems |
more mighty scenes may rise more glaring shine
but none unite in one enchanted gaze
the fertile fair and soft the glories of old days | img2poems |
the pilgrim of eternity whose fame
over his living head like heaven is bent
an early but enduring monument | img2poems |
but to be
a link reluctant in a living chain
classing with creatures | img2poems |
it is a beauteous evening calm and free
the holy time is quiet as a nun
breathless with adoration | img2poems |
fame is the dream of boyhood i am not
so young as to regard the frown or smile
of crowds as making an immortal lot | img2poems |
there hang nine targats at johnie's hat
and ilk ane worth three hundred pound
but the sword of honour and the crown | img2poems |
the army of the sambre and meuse
to its commander-in-chief
hoche | img2poems |
visto ho toscana lombardia romagna
quel monte che divide e quel che serra
italia e un mare e l'altro che la bagna | img2poems |
your obliged
and affectionate friend
byron | img2poems |
better be whelmed beneath the waves and shun
even in destruction's depth her foreign foes
from whom submission wrings an infamous repose | img2poems |
and boileau whose rash envy could allow
no strain which shamed his country's creaking lyre
that whetstone of the teeth monotony in wire | img2poems |
europe repentant of her parricide
shall yet redeem thee and all backward driven
roll the barbarian tide and sue to be forgiven | img2poems |
and only not to desperation driven
because not altogether of such clay
as rots into the souls of those whom i survey | img2poems |
it must be so plato thou reason'st well
else whence this pleasing hope this fond desire
this longing after immortality | img2poems |
in venice 'but's' a traitor
but me no 'buts ' unless you would pass o'er
the bridge which few repass | img2poems |
oh the day
too soon will break and wake us to our sorrow
come come to bed and bid thy cares good night | img2poems |
and may be that which
springs
spreads | img2poems |
the past at least is mine whate'er may come
but when the heart is full the lips must needs lie dumb
or else mine now were cold and dumb | img2poems |
how beautiful is sunset when the glow
of heaven descends upon a land like thee
thou paradise of exiles italy | img2poems |
the clouds that gather round the setting sun
do take a sober colouring from an eye
that hath kept watch o'er man's mortality | img2poems |
a la fois tous vos fronts
comme un char en passant couvre le bruit des ailes
de mille moucherons | img2poems |
atque ita suspiciens tereti cervice reposta
pascit amore avidos inhians in te dea visus
eque tuo pendet resupini spiritus ore | img2poems |
alas for tully's voice and titus' sway
and virgil's verse the first and last must be
her resurrection | img2poems |
how supine
into such dust deserted rome should fade
or in self-woven sackcloth rome should thus be laid | img2poems |
the earth beneath her shadow and displayed
her wings as with the horizon and was hailed
or the rushings of his wings and was almighty hailed | img2poems |
and so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe
and then from hour to hour we rot and rot
and thereby hangs a tale | img2poems |
rome has fallen ye see it lying
heaped in undistinguished ruin
nature is alone undying | img2poems |
wherein have creeped
the reptiles which
or scorpion and blindworm | img2poems |
as a violet's gentle eye
gazes on the azure sky
until its hue grows like what it beholds | img2poems |
feel the quick throbbing of a human heart
and the sweet sorrows of its deathless dying
or and the sweet sorrow which exults in dying | img2poems |
a fiery soul which working out its way
fretted the pigmy-body to decay
and o'er-informed the tenement of clay | img2poems |
a savage place as holy and enchanted
as e'er beneath a wailing moon was haunted
by woman wailing for her demon-lover | img2poems |
dragons of the prime
that tare each other in their slime
were mellow music match'd with him | img2poems |
like scipio buried by the upbraiding shore
thy factions in their worse than civil war
proscribed etc | img2poems |
and the crown
which petrarch's laureate brow supremely wore
upon a far and foreign soil had grown | img2poems |
pigmalion quanto lodar ti dei
dell' immagine tua se mille volte
n' avesti quel ch' i' sol una vorrei | img2poems |
hic silvestris erat romani nominis altrix
uberibus gravidis vitali rore rigabat
concidit atque avulsa pedum vestigia liquit | img2poems |
o let us be married
too long we have tarried
but what shall we do for a ring | img2poems |
'kah
kah
' said the dwarf 'is it crying you're at | img2poems |
'cry shoo
now cry shoo
thou fierce grey wolf fly now | img2poems |
cry shoo
now cry shoo
but his fangs were so cruel | img2poems |
saith 'peace
peace
' amid his foam | img2poems |
if in the month of dark december
leander who was nightly wont
to cross thy stream broad hellespont | img2poems |
sequestered shades where piety has given
a quiet refuge from each earthly care
whence the rapt spirit may ascend to heaven | img2poems |
to bear forgiving and forgiven
on earth thy love was such to me
it fain would form my hope in heaven | img2poems |
'and oft i thought at cynthia's noon
now thyrza gazes on that moon
alas it gleam'd upon her grave | img2poems |
if judging from my present pain
that rest alone
if rest alone is in the tomb | img2poems |
but night and day of thine are passed
and thou wert lovely to the last
destroyed | img2poems |
and he who in the cause expires
will add a name and fate to them
well worthy of his noble stem | img2poems |
'twas but an instant though so long
when thus dilated in my song
'twas but an instant | img2poems |
and welcome life though but in one
for many a gilded chamber's there
unmeet for solitude to share | img2poems |
behold as turns him from the wall
his cowl flies back his tresses fall
that pallid aspect wreathing round | img2poems |
but this grief
in truth is not for thy relief
my state thy thought can never guess | img2poems |
oh
wild as the accents of lovers' farewell
are the hearts which they bear and the tales which they tell | img2poems |
i've partisans for peril's day
think not i am what i appear
i've arms and friends and vengeance near | img2poems |
but were it not that high command
spake in his eye and tone and hand
all that a careless eye could see | img2poems |
if not thy sister would'st thou save
my life oh
bid me be thy slave | img2poems |
but first beloved zuleika
hear
how giaffir wrought this deed of fear | img2poems |
oh could you view the melody
of ev'ry grace
and music of her face | img2poems |
my breast is consciousness of sin
but when and where and what the crime
i almost feel is lurking here | img2poems |
that slave who saw my spirit pining
beneath inaction's heavy yoke
compassionate his charge resigning | img2poems |
since fatal was the gaze he took
for her his eye but sought in vain
sad proof etc | img2poems |
nessun maggior dolore
che ricordarsi del tempo felice
nella miseria | img2poems |
when hand grasps hand uniting on the beach
the smile the question and the quick reply
and the heart's promise of festivity | img2poems |
oh fate
accuse thy folly not thy fate
she may redeem thee still nor yet too late | img2poems |
he had the skill when prying souls would seek
to watch his words and trace his pensive cheek
his was the skill when prying etc | img2poems |
behold his soul once seen not soon forgot
all that there burns its hour away but sears
the scathed remembrance of long coming years | img2poems |
now to francesca
now to ginevra
now to medora | img2poems |
he hears a step draw near in beauty's pride
a female comes wide floats her glistening gown
her hand sustains a lamp | img2poems |
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