“ The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow… Helen Bevington
“ Through the open doorway suddenly stepped a small woman, long ebony hair braided intricately, huge blue eyes flashing at Mikhail. As Byron shouldered his way inside behind her, she gave him a friendly… Christine Feehan
“ When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home,Let him combat for that of his neighbours;Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome,And get knocked on the head for his labours.To do good to M… George Gordon Byron
“ And yet methinks the older that one growsInclines us more to laugh than scold, though laughterLeaves us so doubly serious shortly after. George Gordon Byron
“ ...methinks the older that one grows, Inclines us more to laugh the scold, though laughterLeaves us so doubly serious shortly after. George Gordon Byron
“ For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever… George Gordon Byron
“ The DreamLord ByronOur life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world,A boundary between the things misnamedDeath and existence: Sleep hath its own world,And a wide realm of wild reality,And dreams in thei… George Gordon Byron
