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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Poem – Summer

See what delights in sylvan scenes appear! Descending Gods have found Elysium here. In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray’d, And chaste Diana haunts the forest shade. Come lovely nymph, and bless the silent hours, When swains from shearing seek … Continue reading

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