The merciless Macdonwald (Worthy to be a rebel, for, to that, The multiplying villainies of nature Do swarm upon him) from the Western Isles Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And Fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Showed like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name) Disdaining Fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Which smoked with bloody execution, Like valour's minion, Carv'd out his passage.
I stood inVenice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when manya subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, WhereVenice sate in state, thron'd on her hundred isles!Rochdale
Fairest Isle, all isles excelling, Seat of pleasures, and of loves; Venus here will choose her dwelling, And forsake her Cyprian groves. 291john dryden
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, We Poets of the proud old lineage Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest.james elroy flecker
His true Penelope was Flaubert, He fished by obstinate isles; Observed the elegance of Circe's hair Rather than the mottoes on sundials.
Fairest Isle, all isles excelling, Seat of pleasures, and of loves; Venus here will choose her dwelling, And forsake her Cyprian groves.john dryden
Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.
From the sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.Robert Browning
The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.Margaret George
Ships that sailed for sunny isles, But never came to shore.thomas kibble hervey
'Tis a far, far cry from the "Minute-Men," And the times of the buff and blue To the days of the withering Jorgensen And the hand that holds it true. 'Tis a far, far cry from Lexington To the isles of the China Sea, But ever the same the man and the gun Ever the same are we.
In crystal vapour everywhere Blue isles of heaven laughed between, And far, in forest-deeps unseen, The topmost elm-tree gather'd green From draughts of balmy air.
His home! the Western giant smiles, And twirls the spotty globe to find it; This little speck, the British isles? ’T is but a freckle, never mind it.
It may be we shall touch the Happy isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
His home! the Western giant smiles, And turns the spotty globe to find it; This little speck the British isles? 'Tis but a freckle, never mind it.
Of threads of palm was the carpet spun Whereon he kneels when the day is done, And the foreheads of Islam are bowed as one! To him the palm is a gift divine, Wherein all uses of man combine, House and raiment and food and wine! And, in the hour of his great release, His need of the palms shall only cease With the shroud wherein he lieth in peace. "Allah il Allah!" he sings his psalm, On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm; "Thanks to Allah, who gives the palm!"john greenleaf whittier