Poems Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage [I stood in Venice] I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand:!-->!-->!-->…
Poems She Walks in Beauty I. She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and!-->!-->!-->…
Poems So we’ll go no more a roving So, we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, !-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->…
Poems When We Two Parted When we two parted In silence and tears,Half broken-hearted To sever for years,Pale!-->…