Sonnet CCLXII: “The love of this dear woman is so sweet” (George Henry Boker Poems)
The love of this dear woman is so sweet To me, whose heart has been the spurn and cuff Of ...
The love of this dear woman is so sweet To me, whose heart has been the spurn and cuff Of ...
Out on the heart that has not faith enough To recognize another's constancy; That vaunts its arrogant fidelity, And scorns ...
NO MAN really knows enoughTo be hateful to his brother,None is rich enough to cuffAnd be cruel to another;None so ...
Along the great highway, I hold you by the cuff. O spurn me not, I pray, Nor break ...
Gripping the lectern, rocking it, searching the faces for the souls, for signs of heartfelt mindfulness at work, I thought, ...
A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness: A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine ...
A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness; A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine ...
Hand-me-down one-piece pajamas pink fleece-like all soft and thick held in place by the elastic of the cuff a little ...
Driveby friendships in the inbetween times the gaps, spaces between classes, lunch, studying caught in line, in the hall, bookstore, ...
Under the table, no. That last was stunning, that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed. Why drink so, ...
A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece, Diminutive, but room enough . . like clay To finger eager on ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it a garden; around that the forest. Anashuya, the young priestess, ...
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
Wouldn't you say, Wouldn't you say: one day, With a little more time or a little more patience, one might ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
My lead dog Mike was like a bear; I reckon he was grizzly bred, For when he reared up in ...
If you're up against a bruiser and you're getting knocked about -- Grin. If you're feeling pretty groggy, and you're ...
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along the collar Turned in a sweatshop by ...
It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the ...
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