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“Ye, Who Would More Of Spain…”

…from the quills of dead white poets Lord Byron (1788 – 1824)   (From “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage,” Canto One) LXXXVII Ye, who would more of Spain and Spaniards know, Go, read whate’er is writ of bloodiest strife: Whate’er keen Vengeance … Continue reading

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Love And Death

…from the quills of dead white poets Lord Byron (1788 – 1824) I watched thee when the foe was at our side, Ready to strike at him – or thee and me Were safety hopeless – rather than divide Aught … Continue reading

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My Soul Is Dark

…from the quills of dead white poets Lord Byron (1788 – 1824) My soul is dark – Oh! quickly string The harp I yet can brook to hear; And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmur o’er mine ear. … Continue reading

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“All Is Vanity, Saith the Preacher”

…from the quills of dead white poets Lord Byron (1788 – 1824) Fame, Wisdom, Love and Power were mine, And Health and Youth possessed me; My goblets blushed from every vine, And lovely forms caressed me; I sunned my heart … Continue reading

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‘So, we will go no more a roving…’

…from the quills of dead white poets   Lord Byron (1788 – 1824)   So, we will go no more a roving   So late into the night,   Though the heart be still as loving,   And the moon … Continue reading

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