Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child!

[Guest]

 

[Byron In Exile]

damn, that's good.

Wish I weren't too dog-tired to take all the rest of it in right now, but I bet that "fin" felt as good as "fade to black."

Thanks, By.

No, actually, I was ready to start Canto IV...!

It's not complete, but hopefully it doesn't have the errors most of the versions you find online have. Jeez, doesn't anyone proofread anymore?

 

[Gusty Wind]

..........

 

[Byron In Exile]

Evening Byron.

Evening, Gusty!

 

[Gusty Wind]

........

 

[Byron In Exile]

Which one is you in the avatar, Byron?

None of them.

They are playing Beethoven's 9th Symphony in order to cause me to jump out of a window.

 

[Gusty Wind]

.......

 

[Byron In Exile]

So, were you using the parachute?

No parachute!

 

[Le Jacquelope]

Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart?
When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled,
And then we parted, — not as now we part,
But with a hope —
---------------------- Awaking with a start,
The waters heave around me; and on high
The winds lift up their voices: I depart,
Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by,
When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.

Is Byron "demanding someone's name and address isn't taking things into real life" in Exile, *gasp*, having an original thought today?

Ah, rats. It's just another plagiarism.

 

[Byron In Exile]

Is Byron "demanding someone's name and address isn't taking things into real life" in Exile, *gasp*, having an original thought today?

Ah, rats. It's just another plagiarism.

LOL @ "plagiarism"! What a moron.

So why are you trolling me all of a sudden?

Have you finally been put on ignore by everyone else on the board?

 

[bg23]

my goodness.
that's a really long poem.

 

[sophieloves]

will you be continuing this, Byron?


one of my favourites is Darkness

 

[Saint Peter]

will you be continuing this, Byron?


one of my favourites is Darkness

I know it is halloween and all, but why are you bringing back to life threads from the dead?

 

[Byron In Exile]

will you be continuing this, Byron?


one of my favourites is Darkness

That's all of Canto III.

I've also posted Canto IV.

That's where it ends.

 

[Byron In Exile]

I know it is halloween and all, but why are you bringing back to life threads from the dead?

Because BG has her sweet ass up for an avatar.

And I'm reminiscing.

 

[sophieloves]

i meant more works by him

 

[Saint Peter]

Because BG has her sweet ass up for an avatar.

And I'm reminiscing.

That is a sweet ass. Very spankable.

 

[Byron In Exile]

i meant more works by him

Don Juan is his masterpiece, but if you want to understand him: CHP.

The war with Southey was memorable, and makes me want to take on a satanic avatar.

Bob sucked.

 

[sophieloves]

Don Juan is his masterpiece, but if you want to understand him: CHP.

The war with Southey was memorable, and makes me want to take on a satanic avatar.

Bob sucked.

i have read these, and frequently dip back into my book of his works. i actually quoted a piece from CHP just the other day here... in the thread begun by Perg calling SB out, i think it was.

 

[Byron In Exile]

That is a sweet ass. Very spankable.

Sir, your motive is to torment me.

Stop it.

 

[Saint Peter]

Sir, your motive is to torment me.

Stop it.

Ask Sophie to show us her ass. She seems to listen to you.

 

[Byron In Exile]

Ask Sophie to show us her ass. She seems to listen to you.

Okay.

Sophie: please show us your ass.

 

[sophieloves]

my ass exposed:

To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been;
To climb the trackless mountian all unseen,
With the wild flock that never needs a fold;
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;
This is not solitude; 'its but to hold
Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.

 

[Byron In Exile]

To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been;
To climb the trackless mountian all unseen,
With the wild flock that never needs a fold;
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;
This is not solitude; 'its but to hold
Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.

I already posted that.

That's not your ass.

 

[sophieloves]

no? would this expose me more?

I already posted that.

That's not your ass.

Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off waking toils,
They do divide our being; they become
A portion of ourselves as of our time,
And look like heralds of eternity;
They pass like spirits of the past -they speak
Like sibyls of the future; they have power -
The tyranny of pleasure and of pain;
They make us what we were not -what they will,
And shake us with the vision that's gone by,
The dread of vanished shadows -Are they so?
Is not the past all shadow? -What are they?
Creations of the mind? -The mind can make
Substances, and people planets of its own
With beings brighter than have been, and give
A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.