Sonnet CCXX: “Shall I not know thee in the life to be” (George Henry Boker Poems)
CCXXShall I not know thee in the life to be By something proper unto thee alone-- Thy look, thy gait, ...
CCXXShall I not know thee in the life to be By something proper unto thee alone-- Thy look, thy gait, ...
Now infant nature, just awaking, lies Warm in the hollow of thy matron lap, O dove-eyed Spring, and doubt might ...
The ghost of night's long hours departIn congregation dreary,And leave my sorrow-trampled heartIntolerably weary.But Chirpings bright in dewy woodsForetell divine ...
When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'T is sweet to visit the still wood, ...
1930 When the grey geese heard the Fool's tread Too near to where they lay, They lifted neither voice nor ...
Love, like a gipsy, lately came, And did me much importune To see my hand, that by the same He ...
The predator will lie down with the prey all will eat the grass, all will be at peace so the ...
A prophet answering the direct call to action by the Lord God Jehovah to bring truth to the people foretell ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
In the Northland there were three Pukka Pliers of the pen; Two of them had Fame in fee And were ...
Birds have no consciousness of doom: Yon thrush that serenades me daily From scented snow of hawthorn bloom Would not ...
OH, if my spirit may foretell Or earlier impart, It is because I always dwell With morning in my heart. ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
O Nightingale! that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope ...
I O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy Spray Warbl'st at eeve, when all the Woods are still, Thou with fresh ...
O nightingale that on yon blooming spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hopes ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
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