Sonnet CCXXXII: “Now infant nature, just awaking, lies” (George Henry Boker Poems)
Now infant nature, just awaking, lies Warm in the hollow of thy matron lap, O dove-eyed Spring, and doubt might ...
Now infant nature, just awaking, lies Warm in the hollow of thy matron lap, O dove-eyed Spring, and doubt might ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
In this holy morning awaking to the realization the birth of our Savior as the Master planned His days scripted ...
This morning, that spring morning light, something special, magical, the low dim, soft light illumining the treetops, the nascent buds, ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted, Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented spot, seating ...
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
Mud is Beauty in the making, Mud is melody awaking; Laughter, leafy whisperings, Butterflies with rainbow wings; Baby babble, lover's ...
I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snows Settle around, and whose small chamber grows Dusk as the sloping window ...
WE air tired who follow after Phantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter Stain our hearts ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
No, not more welcome the fairy numbers Of music fall on the sleeper's ear, When half awaking from fearful slumbers, ...
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing; But coldly she ...
'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking, Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead ...
'TWAS one of those dreams, that by music are brought, Like a bright summer haze, o'er the poet's warm thought ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
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