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 ...
CXIVOf all the dreams I dreamed in bygone years, But one remains, imprinted on my age, And even that record, ...
I will not have our holy love profaned By that untruth which slanders as impure The rites we keep, however ...
CVIf thou art sinful, there are thousands then Who howl from pulpits, and make dreary night Of texts as barefaced ...
CIVSad is it that a love as pure as thine, Which to itself is so devoid of sin, Should find ...
XVWhere is my merit? By what special grace Am I so blessed above all other men? I have some fancy, ...
CCXXShall I not know thee in the life to be By something proper unto thee alone-- Thy look, thy gait, ...
Know you a soul so white and inly pure That sin itself, committed by her hand, Permitted by her brain, ...
Her mouth, that scarlet herald of her heart, Pouts just a little, but enough to tell That nature's self, who ...
CCVIWhen men distrust me, not because they find Baseness in me, but basely they mistake The native sins, which in ...
White as this paper was my lady's mind Ere with my bold and desecrating hand I scrawled its face with ...
What spirit worthy of its noble birth Regrets for Eden and the harmless state Of him who gamboled with his ...
CCLVIf it be sin, as rigid men aver, To love, as we have loved, above the law That sanctions living, ...
CXVII shall not flatter that gross mass of sin, Wicked myself, with this delusive thought, That my dear lady's spotless ...
XLVWhen I look back upon my early days, In what a wilderness of love I spent My flower of life, ...
Yes, I could trust, forever and a day, Thy constant heart to any worldling's wiles, Surround thy senses with the ...
LXXII am ashamed through this thick husk of clay, The passion quivers to my secret soul, Waking the latent virtues ...
I have heen false for thy repose alone, And the sweet cause half pardoned the offense, Even in the judgment ...
Sing of her beauty! Sing of that which grows My daily wonder! Shall this lute essay To paint the color ...
Out on the heart that has not faith enough To recognize another's constancy; That vaunts its arrogant fidelity, And scorns ...
Her face is perfect oval, one long sweep From temple round to temple, taking in A line uncut of cheek ...
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