Manacles are forged in minds no mo… controlled by the rich and worn by… Those that are rich, are still rat… with no end in sight, regardless o… Blocks of liberty form each workin…
so you think your so strong so you think your so fragile what am i to be inbetween you see i cant be strong
he say im ugly like he thinks i think im not; break through the skin stab me with your knife of emotion… peirce my skin as if im metal
i may be something your not but i am me if you hate something your not then you hate me call me your names
They both were husht, the voice, t… I heard but once that witching lay… And few the notes, and few the wor… My spell—bound memory brought away… Traces, remembered here and there,
Weep on, weep on, your hour is pas… Your dreams of pride are o’er; The fatal chain is round you cast, And you are men no more. In vain the hero’s heart hath bled…
We may roam through this world, li… Who but sips of a sweet, and then… And, when pleasure begins to grow… We may order our wings and be off… But if hearts that feel, and eyes…
Remember the glories of Brien the… Though the days of the hero are o’… Though lost to Mononia and cold t… He returns to Kinkora no more. That star of the field, which so o…
'TWAS one of those dreams, that… Like a bright summer haze, o’er th… When, lost in the future, his soul… And all of this life, but its swee… The wild notes he heard o’er the w…
'Twas grav’d on the Stone of Dest… In letters four, and letters three… And ne’er did the King of the Gul… But those awful letters scar’d his… For he knew that a Prophet Voice…
To Ladies’ eyes a round, boy, We can’t refuse, we can’t refuse; Though bright eyes so abound, boy, ‘Tis hard to choose, ’tis hard to… For thick as stars that lighten
Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone: No flower of her kindred,
Tis sweet to think that, where’er… We are sure to find something blis… And that, when we’re far from the… We’ve but to make love to the lips… The heart, like a tendril, accusto…
'Tis gone, and for ever, the light… Like Heaven’s first dawn o’er the… When Man, from the slumber of age… Look’d upward, and bless’d the pur… 'Tis gone, and the gleams it has l…
Though the last glimpse of Erin w… Yet wherever thou art shall seem… In exile thy bosom shall still be… And thine eyes make my climate whe… To the gloom of some desert or col…
Though humble the banquet to which… Thou’lt find there the best a poor… Eyes, beaming with welcome, shall… And Love serve the feast with his… And though Fortune may seem to ha…
This life is all chequer’d with pl… That chase one another like waves… Each brightly or darkly, as onward… Reflecting our eyes, as they spark… So closely our whims on our miseri…
They may rail at this life —from t… I found it a life full of kindness… And, until they can show me some h… More social and bright, I’ll cont… As long as the world has such lips…
They know not my heart, who believ… One stain of this earth in its fee… Who think, while I see thee in be… As pure as the morning’s first dew… I could harm what I love, —as the…
There are sounds of mirth in the n… And lamps from every casement show… While voices blithe within are sin… That seem to say “Come,” in every… Ah! once how light, in Life’s you…
The dawning of morn, the daylight’… The night’s long hours still find… Of thee, thee, only thee. When friends are met, and goblets… And smiles are near, that once enc…
The wine—cup is circling in Almhi… And its Chief, 'mid his heroes re… Looks up, with a sigh to the troph… Where his sword hangs idly shining… When, hark, that shout
What life like that of the bard ca… The wandering bard, who roams as f… As the mountain lark that o’er him… And, like that lark a music brings… Within him, where’er he comes or g…
When ’midst the gay I meet That gentle smile of thine, Though still on me it turns most s… I scarce can call it mine: But when to me alone
The time I’ve lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
It’s so weird, You still with your beard, In my room, with my books, Feels like a dream, This moment is like cherry on the…
I never knew I will rhyme for you… But here I am doing exclusively f… I know you still don’t believe my… It’s like the bird dove, The more closer u come to it,
The valley lay smiling before me, Where lately I left her behind; Yet I trembled, and something hun… That sadden’d the joy of my mind. I look’d for the lamp which, she t…
Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of… Break not, ye breezes, your chain… While, murmuring mournfully, Lir’… Tell’s to the night—star her tale… When shall the swan, her death—not…
Take your bell, take your bell, Good Crier, and tell To the Bulls and the Bears, till… That, lost or stolen, Or fall’n through a hole in