Sonnet CI: “I love you with each fibre of this frame” (George Henry Boker Poems)
CII love you with each fibre of this frame, Sentient and moral. I have sought that spot Throughout my nature, ...
CII love you with each fibre of this frame, Sentient and moral. I have sought that spot Throughout my nature, ...
Ah, lute, how well I know each tone of thee, From shrillest treble unto solemn bass, The power of every ...
This silver-edged geranium leafIs one sign of a bitter griefWhose symbols are a myriad more;They cluster round a carven stoneWhere ...
Man, the egregious egoist(In mystery the twig is bent)Imagines, by some mental twist,That he alone is sentientOf the intolerable loadThat ...
Sunned in the South, and here to-day; --If all organic things Be sentient, Flowers, as some men say, What are ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
The sacrifice of Christ the sentient being a free will offering given on our behalf Choosing to die taking the ...
Pure, unblemished the sentient lamb coming forward as part of God's plan Kneeling before us the priest the sacrifice taking ...
The Spirit descending not as a dove sentient flames of the Spirit alighting on each one of us Coming to ...
The whole house shaking a mighty wind from heaven descending, coming to the earth giving them power a sentient fire ...
Biting of the forbidden fruit dying to our God no longer his creation sentient, dying in their wisdom after following ...
The two parts, the two halves the duality in the nature of man sentient clay, the stuff of the earth ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
Should you be allowed sole privilege of unconscionable martyrdom? This affliction is self-pity brought by suffering as penitent to unrequited ...
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
He wakes, who never thought to wake again, Who held the end was Death. He opens eyes Slowly, to one ...
When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone ...
Man, the egregious egoist (In mystery the twig is bent) Imagines, by some mental twist, That he alone is sentient ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace. Along the ...
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