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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley, 11-01-2019
Romanticism, ( Poet's Tribute Series, Lord Byron )

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Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 212

1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Byron
Lord Byron
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron FRS (22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824), known simply as Lord Byron, was an English poet, peer, and politician who became a revolutionary in the Greek War of Independence, and is considered one of the historical leading figures of the Romantic movement of his era.[1][2][3] He is regarded as one of the greatest English poets[4] and remains widely read and influential. Among his best-known works are the lengthy narrative poems Don Juan and Childe Harold's Pilgrimage; many of his shorter lyrics in Hebrew Melodies also became popular.

2. https://www.britannica.com/biography/Lord-Byron-poet

In Love, Our Romance Flows In Kissing Streams,
Poets Tribute Series, fourth poet, Lord Byron

Claim I, thy wondrous heart into sweet dreams,
And in that soft glowing realm we slow dance;
In Love, our romance flows in kissing streams,
As Cupid's well-shot arrows took no chance.
From this teeming earth we dwell in pleasures,
While life lays golden bounty at our feet;
We wake to dawn's glory- its great treasures,
Finding welcome cheer in all that we meet.
Sky awards us its most heavenly blues,
Nature cries out its joy to our pairing,
Flowers parade forth their brightest of hues,
Our faithful Love is in this, our Sharing.

In our dreams we are eternally slow-dancing.
In our bedroom, eternally true-romancing.

We are bound as kind souls forever true,
As a bird pair, that in blue heavens soars;
You touched my hand and then deep Love I knew,
Triumphs beyond paradise's hidden shores.
This our great blessing, a gift pre-ordained,
Its gleaming morns, as bright as shining dew,
May we this true bliss forever retain
Beauty, as our sweet longings we renew.
Come to me Love- let thy hand seeketh mine
Allow yet again, lips that beg thy touch,
For within thy glow, I too can soft shine,
Souls at peace, cherishing life very much.

In our dreams we are eternally slow-dancing.
In our bedroom, eternally true-romancing.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-01-2019
Romanticism, ( Poet's Tribute Series,
fourth poet- Lord Byron )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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288+212 = 500, I met my goal of the total being 500.
Always a challenge to set a number then write to meet it..
Syllables Per Line:
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 212