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Lara

© Lord Byron

Proud Otho on the instant, reddening, threw
His glove on earth, and forth his sabre flew.
"The last alternative befits me best,
And thus I answer for mine absent guest."

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The Tear

© Lord Byron

When Friendship or Love
Our sympathies move;
When Truth, in a glance, should appear,
The lips may beguile,
With a dimple or smile,
But the test of affection's a Tear:

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Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow

© Lord Byron

Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh,
Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky;
Where now alone I muse, who oft have trod,
With those I loved, thy soft and verdant sod;

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Stanzas To The Po

© Lord Byron

River, that rollest by the ancient walls,
Where dwells the lady of my love, when she
Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls
A faint and fleeting memory of me;

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To Thyrza: And Thou Art Dead

© Lord Byron

And thou art dead, as young and fair
As aught of mortal birth;
And form so soft and charm so rare
Too soon returned to Earth!

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Hermann And Dorothea - VI. Klio

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Thus the magistrate spoke. The others departed and thanked him,
And the pastor produced a gold piece (the silver his purse held
He some hours before had with genuine kindness expended
When he saw the fugitives passing in sorrowful masses).

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Epistle To Augusta

© Lord Byron

My sister! my sweet sister! if a name
Dearer and purer were, it should be thine;
Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim
No tears, but tenderness to answer mine:

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Stanzas Written On The Road Between Florence And Pisa

© Lord Byron

Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story;
The days of our youth are the days of our glory;
And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty
Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.

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The Slave Boy's Wish

© Anonymous

I wish I was that little bird,

Up in the bright blue sky,

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On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year

© Lord Byron

'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet, though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!

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November

© Virna Sheard

How like a hooded friar, bent and grey,
Whose pensive lips speak only when they pray
Doth sad November pass upon his way.

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Darkness

© Lord Byron

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth

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Virtue is Its Own Reward

© Harry Graham

Virtue its own reward? Alas!
  And what a poor one as a rule!
Be Virtuous and Life will pass
  Like one long term of Sunday-School.
(No prospect, truly, could one find
More unalluring to the mind.)

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The Shoemakers

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Ho! workers of the old time styled
The Gentle Craft of Leather!
Young brothers of the ancient guild,
Stand forth once more together!

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When We Were Kids

© Edgar Albert Guest

WHEN we wuz kids together, an' we didn't have a care,

In the lazy days of summer, when our feet wuz allus bare,

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Stratton Water

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

“O HAVE you seen the Stratton flood

That's great with rain to-day?

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If Sometimes In The Haunts Of Men

© George Gordon Byron

If sometimes in the haunts of men

  Thine image from my breast may fade,

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Shaydayim

© Sharon Esther Lampert

(1) Caressing my tender breasts,
his left hand's on the steering wheel,
and his right hand is firmly tucked
away inside my red silk dress.

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That Kiss

© Sharon Esther Lampert

Fortune teller that I AM,
My crystal ball sees ALL.
Clairvoyant, the man's libido is flamBOYant.
I SEE: ANIMAL MAGNETISM.
Inside of THAT KISS will be bliss.

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Love's Apparition and Evanishment: An Allegoric Romance

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Like a lone Arab, old and blind,

 Some caravan had left behind,