Monthly Archives: October 2015

Francisca – George Gordon Byron

Francisca walks in the shadow of night,  But it is not to gaze on the heavenly light –  But if she sits in her garden bower,  ‘Tis not for the sake of its blowing flower.  She listens – but not … Continue reading

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Don Juan – George Gordon Byron

Dedication Difficile est proprie communia dicere  HOR. Epist. ad PisonI  Bob Southey! You’re a poet–Poet-laureate,  And representative of all the race;  Although ’tis true that you turn’d out a Tory at  Last–yours has lately been a common case;  And now, … Continue reading

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Hello – Adele 

Hello, it’s me I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet To go over everything They say that time’s supposed to heal ya, but I ain’t done much healing Hello, can you hear me? I’m in … Continue reading

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Same Old Love – Selena  Gomez 

Take away your things and go You can’t take back what you said, I know I’ve heard it all before, at least a million times I’m not one to forget, you know I don’t believe, I don’t believe it You … Continue reading

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Don Juan – George Gordon Byron

Canto The First  I want a hero: an uncommon want,  When every year and month sends forth a new one,  Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant,  The age discovers he is not the true one;  Of such as these … Continue reading

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She Walks In Beauty – George Gordon Byron

She walks in Beauty, like the night  Of cloudless climes and starry skies;  And all that’s best of dark and bright  Meet in her aspect and her eyes:  Thus mellowed to that tender light  Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.  … Continue reading

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The Rape Of The Lock – Alexander Pope

 Canto 3 Close by those meads, for ever crown’d with flow’rs,  Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow’rs,  There stands a structure of majestic frame,  Which from the neighb’ring Hampton takes its name.  Here Britain’s statesmen oft the fall … Continue reading

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