Sonnet CCLXXII: “A marvel to me is my lady’s hand” (George Henry Boker Poems)
A marvel to me is my lady's hand; 'Tis not that plump, thick-palmed and dimpled thing With pointed ends and ...
A marvel to me is my lady's hand; 'Tis not that plump, thick-palmed and dimpled thing With pointed ends and ...
If the water were clear enough, if the water were still, but the water is not clear, the water is ...
WEBSTER was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward ...
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
WHY, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat'ry haunt forsake? Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus ...
A man came slowly from the setting sun, To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun, And said, 'I am that ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwine Rapture must render each glance ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
UP with the sun, the breeze arose, Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wide ...
THIS is the hero-heart of the enchanted isle, Whom now the twilight children tenderly enfold, Pat with their pearly palms ...
(ROOSEVELT) He turned aside to see the carcase of the lion: and behold, there was a swarm of bees and ...
Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit. RACINE There is a panther stalks me down: One day I'll ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
O marriage-bells, your clamor tells Two weddings in one breath. SHE marries whom her love compels: -- And I wed ...
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