Sonnet CLXXXVI: “Some man will some day tell a passing friend” (George Henry Boker Poems)
Some man will one day tell a passing friend That I am dead; and he who hears the word Will ...
Some man will one day tell a passing friend That I am dead; and he who hears the word Will ...
O joys of love and joys of fame,It is not you I shall regret;I sadden lest I should forgetThe beauty ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer's green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, ...
IF to her eyes' bright lustre I were blind, No longer would they serve my life to gild. The will ...
Our sorrow, our sadden our struggles, our trials all of life turned over to God Our prayers raised, lifted to ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
I loved you- even now I may confess Some embers of my love their fire retain But do not let ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
"Remember, you loved me, when we were young, one day" The words of the song in Tauber's mellifluous tenor Haunt ...
WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur'd I hear; Labial gossip of night-sibilant chorals; Footsteps gently ascending-mystical breezes, wafted soft and low; ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
There is no woman living who draws breath So sad as I, though all things sadden her. There is not ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
The valley lay smiling before me, Where lately I left her behind; Yet I trembled, and something hung o'er me, ...
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