Sonnet LXXXII: “I sometimes feel so lonely! O my God” (George Henry Boker Poems)
I sometimes feel so lonely! O my God, I sometimes feel as though the race of man Denies my birthright, ...
I sometimes feel so lonely! O my God, I sometimes feel as though the race of man Denies my birthright, ...
Strong sons of Britain overseas, Strong, brave and true, as on that day When first, in ages passed away,Your fathers' ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded. Seven roaring Cities paid me tribute from far. Ivory their outposts were--the ...
"And Gallio cared for none of these things."-- Acts xviii. 17 "Little Foxes"-- Actions and Reactions. All day long to ...
When all the world would keep a matter hid, Since Truth is seldom Friend to any crowd, Men write in ...
1901 ". . . and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge." District Orders-Lines of Communication, South African ...
Are you alive? I touch you. You quiver like a sea-fish. I cover you with my net. What are you ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Three 'coons come at his garbage. He be cross, I figuring porcupine & took Sir poker unbarring Mr door, & ...
You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits falter in the mist, And ...
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child; And she was the fairest of all ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
NOT the soul that's whitest Wakens love the sweetest: When the heart is lightest Oft the charm is fleetest. While ...
Do not enforce the tired wolf Dragging his infected wound homeward To sit tonight with the warm children Naming the ...
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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