Sonnet CCVIII: “Speed in thy solemn pilgrimage, O Earth” (George Henry Boker Poems)
Speed on thy solemn pilgrimage, O Earth; And count thy rosary of golden days Before thy Maker's feet in prayerful ...
Speed on thy solemn pilgrimage, O Earth; And count thy rosary of golden days Before thy Maker's feet in prayerful ...
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let ...
So easy to get cynical to see the glass half empty to walk about in a stupor in the rush ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
Did Our Best Moment last -- 'Twould supersede the Heaven -- A few -- and they by Risk -- procure ...
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs -- The stiff Heart questions was ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
That wind is from the North, I know it well; No other breeze could have so wild a swell. Now ...
A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his ...
The glories of the world struck me, made me aria, once. â?"What happen then, Mr Bones? if be you cares ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Why is this age worse than earlier ages? In a stupor of grief and dread have we not fingered the ...
O THOU pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
Shepherd. That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year. I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
My Claudia, it is long since we have met, So kissed, so held each other heart to heart! I thought ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
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