Poetry Catalog

"——nessun maggior dolore,Che ricordarsi del tempo feliceNella miseria,——" "O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,Survey our empire, and behold our home!These are our realms, no limits to their sway—Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.Ours the wild life in tumult still to … [Read more...] about The Corsair: Canto the First, By: Lord Byron

The winds are high on Helle's wave,As on that night of stormy waterWhen Love, who sent, forgot to saveThe young—the beautiful—the brave—The lonely hope of Sestos' daughter.Oh! when alone along the skyHer turret-torch was blazing high,Though rising gale, and breaking foam,And shrieking sea-birds warned him home;And clouds aloft and tides below,With signs and sounds, forbade to … [Read more...] about The Bride of Abydos: Canto the Second, By: Lord Byron

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtleAre emblems of deeds that are done in their clime?Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?Know ye the land of the cedar and vine,Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever shine;Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppressed with perfume,Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gúl in her … [Read more...] about The Bride of Abydos: Canto the First, By: Lord Byron

No breath of air to break the waveThat rolls below the Athenian's grave,That tomb which, gleaming o'er the cliff,First greets the homeward-veering skiffHigh o'er the land he saved in vain;When shall such Hero live again? Fair clime! where every season smilesBenignant o'er those blessed isles,Which, seen from far Colonna's height,Make glad the heart that hails the sight,And … [Read more...] about The Giaour, By: Lord Byron

I stood in Venice, on the "Bridge of Sighs;"A Palace and a prison on each hand:I saw from out the wave her structures riseAs from the stroke of the Enchanter's wand:A thousand Years their cloudy wings expandAround me, and a dying Glory smilesO'er the far times, when many a subject landLooked to the winged Lion's marble piles,Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred … [Read more...] about Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage: Canto the Fourth, By: Lord Byron