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 ...
I lay in my tent at mid-day, Too full of pain to die,When I heard the voice of Burnside, And ...
O brother bards, why stand ye silent all, Amidst these days of noble strife,While drum and fife and the ...
When mateless Adam loitered in the shade, Glad as a child, and felt the pulse of life Make its own ...
These blows of fate that shake our troubled life, This long, long sorrow o'er our parted fate, Like foes assailing ...
CIXMore than mere instinct, straight against the scope Of reason's counsel is the desperate hold We lay on life, however ...
O for my sake do you with fortune chide-- I almost took sad Shakespeare's thought for mine, So closely fits ...
O happy day! From morn till midnight tolled, I passed the hours beneath my lady's eye; And as the golden ...
What hast thou done, my Darling, these two days? Felt lost and lonesome, missed me from thy life? Scorned self-content, ...
CXIIGone, gone! The rayless window sheds no light Upon my upturned eyes; the graceful girl Whose distant presence made my ...
Although the story of our love be lost In the long vista of the coming years,-- All its fair smiles, ...
It seems to mock me: all this heat and bloom, And the shrill paeans of the laureate bird; As though ...
CCXXShall I not know thee in the life to be By something proper unto thee alone-- Thy look, thy gait, ...
Since that which issues from the sovereign head Springs from a source so weak and insecure, And beauty's charm no ...
Death clutches at my darling now and then, And leaves a scar, or plucks a tress of hair; But all ...
Half that we learn is wisdom of the heart, Which owes but little to the probing brain-- A broad foundation, ...
Her mouth, that scarlet herald of her heart, Pouts just a little, but enough to tell That nature's self, who ...
LXXXFrom this wide outlook on art's lonely peak, I should descry what fortune lies afar Under the influence of her ...
Yes, everywhere some precious flower of God Blooms in the lowest valley of our care. There is no squalid hut, ...
Oh! sigh no more, no longer paint the air With the distempered pictures of thy brain! The sighs are idle, ...
Darling, I kiss thee from thy slender feet Up to the curls around thy tender brow; Each fervent kiss upon ...
If beauty is not an immortal thing, And that fair casket, thy transcendent form, Never again to throbbing life shall ...
CFor life and death to me are so akin, So aptly one suggests the other's being; So quickly treads behind ...
Ah, lute, how well I know each tone of thee, From shrillest treble unto solemn bass, The power of every ...
Love is the source of all my griefs, 'tis true, But 'tis the source of all my joys as well; ...
Never, dear season, shall I tire to sing Of thee whose presence makes my torpid lyre Glitter and sparkle through ...
XLVWhen I look back upon my early days, In what a wilderness of love I spent My flower of life, ...
If any comfort lies within the zone Of ruddy gold that round thy finger clings; If from the ruby's steady ...
Idle I am, if it be idleness To chirp and warble in this way to thee; Flinging a thread of ...
When distance severs us, and we become As parting voyagers of divided lives, In whom no common interest survives, A ...
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