ext_339806 ([identity profile] ian-gazarek.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] greatpoetry2004-06-07 03:06 pm

Lord Byron

And Julia’s voice was lost, except in sighs,
Until too late for useful conversation;
The tears were gushing from her gentle eyes,
I wish, indeed, they had not had occasion;
But who, alas! can love, and then be wise?
Not that remorse did not oppose temptation;
A little still she strove, and much repented,
And whispering “I will ne’er consent”--consented

[identity profile] lauracatherine.livejournal.com 2004-06-08 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
what is this poem titled?

see this...

[identity profile] upatmidnight.livejournal.com 2004-06-08 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
http://www.ralphmag.org/seduction-don-juanV.html

[identity profile] upatmidnight.livejournal.com 2004-06-08 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Until too late for useful conversation"

that line stands alone...
so deep...
so beautiful...

[identity profile] upatmidnight.livejournal.com 2004-06-08 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
what a delightful lil story on Lord Byron...indeed!
*warm smile*

my first family dog was named bear...b/c of his size...i was just a baby and don't really remember him...and we didn't have any other 4 legged pets after him...but figured it was an odd lil story to go with yours...maybe a little fitting...dog=bear

and Byron is VERY interesting...romantic, dark, quirky, deep...enjoy the exploration of his work...