Sonnet CLXVI: “Less in myself than thee do I believe” (George Henry Boker Poems)
Less in myself than thee do I believe. I know the weakness of my wandering mind; Its fickle fancies, mounting ...
Less in myself than thee do I believe. I know the weakness of my wandering mind; Its fickle fancies, mounting ...
When awful darkness and silence reign Over the great Gromboolian plain, Through the long, long wintry nights; -- When the ...
I They went to sea in a Sieve, they did, In a Sieve they went to sea: In spite of ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
The furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down His cheeks the forth-and-flaunting sun Had swarthed about with lion-brown Before the Spring was ...
After one moment when I bowed my head And the whole world turned over and came upright, And I came ...
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair- The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing- And Winter slumbering ...
I'll tell thee everything I can: There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
'Haddock's Eyes' or 'The Aged Aged Man' or 'Ways and Means' or 'A-Sitting On A Gate' I'll tell thee everything ...
I'll tell thee everything I can; There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
I had this thought a while ago, 'My darling cannot understand What I have done, or what would do In ...
In the beginning was the three-pointed star, One smile of light across the empty face, One bough of bone across ...
Wee falsely think it due unto our friends, That we should grieve for their too early ends: He that surveys ...
I The irresponsive silence of the land, The irresponsive sounding of the sea, Speak both one message of one sense ...
Come to me with the full moon, tell me a word or two, all the garden will be soon sprinkled ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories