Sonnet XCII: “The crocus opened slowly yesterday” (George Henry Boker Poems)
XCIIThe crocus opened slowly yesterday, And in its sod the grass began to stir, The softening air was humming to ...
XCIIThe crocus opened slowly yesterday, And in its sod the grass began to stir, The softening air was humming to ...
IF to a girl who loves us truly Her mother gives instruction duly In virtue, duty, and what not,-- And ...
And the weaver said, "Speak to us of Clothes." And he answered: Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet ...
As he passed by me all of us joyful jockeying for position as the palms waved shouting hosanna to the ...
Under the feet of the colt, carrying our savior softening his steps, entering in, into the city of David Loud ...
Hearing his call, speaking directly to me the love in his warm eyes they mean the world to me Walking ...
In the lee of the schoolyard the bushes shrouded still in the shadows of early dawn lavender purple lilacs, the ...
Rising from his knees, slowly for he had been in prayer, heavy deep, honest prayer petitioning the creator, for a ...
High up the brick old mill building up above the brick, the granite, between the clapboard window dormers hanging on ...
(A Christmas Circular Letter) THE CITY had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country; When ...
This house which is lived in resounds with the chorus of voices bound in the press of its generous, unconcealed ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes! In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose, Andhat upon his head, to church ...
I What shall I do with this absurdity - O heart, O troubled heart - this caricature, Decrepit age that ...
Hark where the bells toll, chiming, dull and steady, The clock's slow hand hath reached the appointed time. Well, be ...
My heart was full of softening showers, I used to swing like this for hours, I did not care for ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
No servile little fear shall daunt my will This morning. I have courage steeled to say I will be lazy, ...
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