Sonnet LXXIII: “The satyr nature riots in my blood” (George Henry Boker Poems)
The satyr nature riots in my blood. "Of the earth, earthy!" I in vain exclaim. The text falls on me ...
The satyr nature riots in my blood. "Of the earth, earthy!" I in vain exclaim. The text falls on me ...
1891 There were thirty million English who talked of England's might, There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
by a dank and ancient coffin in the gaunt and gloomy hall alone and sighing deeply crouched the sorriest crone ...
No one's despair is like my despair-- You have no place in this garden thinking such things, producing the tiresome ...
And one of the elders of the city said, "Speak to us of Good and Evil." And he answered: Of ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
If you have nothing to say keep silent let Ezra Pound speak from the shadows the splendid old man from ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
or Amy Vladeck or Riva Freifeld That isna Henry limping. That's a hobble clapped on mere Henry by the most ...
Often, to amuse themselves, the crew of the ship Would fell an albatross, the largest of sea birds, Indolent companions ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
TO get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early; Here's a good place at the corner-I must stand ...
This trumpeter of nothingness, employed To keep our reason dull and null and void. This man of wind and froth ...
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd ...
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
The first time I died, I walked my ways; I followed the file of limping days. I held me tall, ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
Written for the "Martha Washington Court Journal". Down cold snow-stretches of our bitter time, When windy shams and the rain-mocking ...
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