Sonnet CXXXVIII: “About myself a shadow I have wrapped” (George Henry Boker Poems)
About myself a shadow I have wrapped; I shall no more with patience nor with ease Hear feathered minstrels shake ...
About myself a shadow I have wrapped; I shall no more with patience nor with ease Hear feathered minstrels shake ...
OH! Thou whose breath empoisons the sweet air,Whose heart is evil, and whose mind despair;Whose baleful tongue the fairest fame ...
Ye scowling prison bars That compass me about,I'll forge ye into armour To face the world without.Bold Aspiration's ...
On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she ...
A youth in apparel that glittered Went to walk in a grim forest. There he met an assassin Attired all ...
Oh, weep not, love! each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings, ...
O weep not, love! each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings ...
THE GLOOMY night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I ...
There is menace in its relentless course, round and round, describing an ellipsoid, an airy prison in which a young ...
Just a family get-together in a terrace house in Bradford High tea with a few stuffy aunts I hadn't seen ...
They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end to their wrangling. Let your life come amongst ...
Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know what the time is. There is no ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
O FLY thee from the shades of night, Where the loud tempests yelling rise; Where horrror wings her sullen flight ...
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
SWEET CHILD OF REASON! maid serene; With folded arms, and pensive mien, Who wand'ring near yon thorny wild, So oft, ...
After Li Po While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played at the front gate, pulling ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
When everything was fine And the notion of sin had vanished And the earth was ready In universal peace To ...
On this thy natal day permit a friend - A brother - with thy joys his own to blend: In ...
A vine from noblest lineage sprung And with the choicest clusters hung, In purple rob'd, reclining lay, And catch'd the ...
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