Vestigia Retrorsum (George Henry Boker Poems)
There is a spot I call accursed,Because my thoughts for ever wingBack to its gloom, from whence they burst,And settle ...
There is a spot I call accursed,Because my thoughts for ever wingBack to its gloom, from whence they burst,And settle ...
What are you waiting for, George, I pray? —To scour your cross-belts with fresh pipe-clay?To burnish your buttons, to brighten ...
XXVIWhen we two parted, on a summer day, With lingering hands, with sobs, with swimming eyes, With broken phrases, half ...
There blew a breeze across the flowers, that said, "Love is the sweetest thing which mortals know!" And so I ...
It seems to mock me: all this heat and bloom, And the shrill paeans of the laureate bird; As though ...
My own Beloved, wilt thou prove true indeed, Throughout the trials of the coming years, Through dying hopes, mischances, shocks ...
LILeander swimming towards the Mysian shore, Saw not the waves that curled above his head, Nor the deep hollows, desolate ...
LIIIn truth, Love, but a single hope remains-- The hope to win thee at the bitter end Of many trials. ...
Although the story of our love be lost In the long vista of the coming years,-- All its fair smiles, ...
LThis is the perfect crown of all things here! So proud am I, in my own self-esteem, I touch myself ...
If dreaming of thee be a waste of time, My endless sin I can but frankly own; For ere the ...
Except these flights of song, I nothing have, As consolation for thy absence, Dear; Nothing to stop the wanderings of ...
CXFor many days my heart has stood unchanged; No passing act within love's chronicle Has made my steady pulses ebb ...
Yet not because the world turns coldly by, And makes its idols out of meaner clay, Decking their shrines with ...
Against mischances I have shut my ear; I will not hear the far-off coming doom Trouble the distance with the ...
I know the days are heavy on thy hands, Thy lonely pillow wet with many a tear, Thy sad reflections ...
Should I portray thee merely as I can, In my conceit belittling all thy worth With the dry bareness of ...
I do not love her! So my Lady says. I, ah! so humble with my many years, And withered eyes, ...
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