Sonnet XXXI: “Trial on trial we must meet and brave” (George Henry Boker Poems)
Trial on trial we must meet and brave, Temptation on temptation overcome. The wearing process of long days, the hum ...
Trial on trial we must meet and brave, Temptation on temptation overcome. The wearing process of long days, the hum ...
I hear the little Owl shriek Along the windless ways, As if its inhuman soul were fain to seek The ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
MY trust in nothing now is placed, Hurrah! So in the world true joy I taste, Hurrah! Then he who ...
WEAVE the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge enough The characters ...
Pindaric Ode "Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait! Tho' fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
1 I saw Eternity the other night, 2 Like a great ring of pure and endless light, 3 All calm, ...
Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must prove The early joys of youth and love, Whose names grim Fate (to whom ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
A gentle was Fridolin, And he his mistress dear, Savern's fair Countess, honored in All truth and godly fear. She ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
I, too, saw God through mud -- The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory ...
I smile o'er the wrinkled blue Lo! the sea is fair, Smooth as the flow of a maiden's hair; And ...
If a man could bite the giant hand That catchs and destroys him, As I was bitten by a rat ...
To his charming black-eyed niece Uncle Harry wishest peace! Wishes roses over strow'd O'er her sublunary road! No rude winds ...
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