To My Lady (George Henry Boker Poems)
"II'll call thy frown a headsman, passing grim, Walking before some wretch foredoomed to death, Who counts the pantings of ...
"II'll call thy frown a headsman, passing grim, Walking before some wretch foredoomed to death, Who counts the pantings of ...
Cupid, thou naughty boy, when thou wert loathed, Naked and blind, for vagabonding noted, Thy nakedness I in my reason ...
Love is enough: have no thought for to-morrow If ye lie down this even in rest from your pain, Ye ...
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