In the year since Jesus died for men,Eighteen hundred years and ten,We were a gallant company,Riding o'er land, and sailing o'er sea.Oh! but we went merrily!We forded the river, and clomb the high hill,Never our steeds for a day stood still;Whether we lay in the cave or the shed,Our sleep fell soft on the hardest bed;Whether we couched in our rough capote,On the rougher plank … [Read more...] about The Siege of Corinth, By: Lord Byron
Lara: Canto the Second, By: Lord Byron
Night wanes—the vapours round the mountains curledMelt into morn, and Light awakes the world,Man has another day to swell the past,And lead him near to little, but his last;But mighty Nature bounds as from her birth,The Sun is in the heavens, and Life on earth;Flowers in the valley, splendour in the beam,Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream.Immortal Man! behold her … [Read more...] about Lara: Canto the Second, By: Lord Byron
Lara: Canto the First, By: Lord Byron
The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain,And Slavery half forgets her feudal chain;He, their unhoped, but unforgotten lord,The long self-exiled Chieftain, is restored:There be bright faces in the busy hall,Bowls on the board, and banners on the wall;Far checkering o'er the pictured window, playsThe unwonted faggot's hospitable blaze;And gay retainers gather round the … [Read more...] about Lara: Canto the First, By: Lord Byron
The Corsair: Canto the Third, By: Lord Byron
Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run,Along Morea's hills the setting Sun;Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright,But one unclouded blaze of living light!O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws,Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.On old Ægina's rock, and Idra's isle,The God of gladness sheds his parting smile;O'er his own regions lingering, loves … [Read more...] about The Corsair: Canto the Third, By: Lord Byron
The Corsair: Canto the Second, By: Lord Byron
In Coron's bay floats many a galley light,Through Coron's lattices the lamps are bright,For Seyd, the Pacha, makes a feast to-night:A feast for promised triumph yet to come,When he shall drag the fettered Rovers home;This hath he sworn by Allah and his sword,And faithful to his firman and his word,His summoned prows collect along the coast,And great the gathering crews, and … [Read more...] about The Corsair: Canto the Second, By: Lord Byron
