Sonnet XXI: “Sometimes I fear thou’lt poise my muse’s praise” (George Henry Boker Poems)
XXISometimes I fear thou'lt poise my muse's praise, Against my spoken words, and sharply cry "This man breathes lightning through ...
XXISometimes I fear thou'lt poise my muse's praise, Against my spoken words, and sharply cry "This man breathes lightning through ...
As Puritans they prominently wax,And none more kindly gives and takes hard knocks.Strong psalmic chanting, like to nasal cocks,They join ...
When blood is water; when the call of springFalls dully on my ears; when everythingIs just one heavy monotone of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
The short hour's halt is ended, The red gone from the west, The broken wheel is mended, And the dead ...
(For S. M. L.) I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea, But it ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its ...
Not only sands and gravels Were once more on their travels, But gulping muddy gallons Great boulders off their balance ...
RORATE coeli desuper! Hevins, distil your balmy schouris! For now is risen the bricht day-ster, Fro the rose Mary, flour ...
So light we were, so right we were, so fair faith shone, And the way was laid so certainly, that, ...
(A Pharaoh Speaks.) I said, "Why should a pyramid Stand always dully on its base? I'll change it! Let the ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
Laid now on his smooth bed For the last time, watching dully Through heavy eyelids the day's colour Widow the ...
Though elegance I ill afford, My living-room is green and gold; The former tenant was a lord Who died of ...
How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek, my weary travel's end, Doth teach that ease ...
How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek, my weary travel's end, Doth teach that case ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Too green the springing April grass, Too blue the silver-speckled sky, For me to linger here, alas, While happy winds ...
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