A Vision Out West (Barcroft Henry Boake Poems)
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving ...
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving ...
Veil-like and beautifulGathered the dutiful Mist in the night,True to the messaging,Dreamful and presaging Vapour and light.Ghostly and ...
Reputation, Love, and Death,(The Last all Bones, the First all Breath, The Midd'st compos'd of Restless Fire)From each other wou'd ...
In the golden West, by fond Nature blest, Lies a vale which my heart holds dear;Where the zephyr blows from ...
SORCERESS , why with magic spellStill in plaintive bosoms dwell?Sure 'tis thine with sombre pleasure,Days and years of grief to ...
AFTER a night of languor without rest,-- Striving to sleep, yet wishing morn might come, By the pent, scorching atmosphere ...
the red man says hello the green tree says i'm here all grown-ups are sleeping only the children hear decorations ...
NOE more unto my thoughts appeare, Att least appeare lesse fayre, For crazy tempers justly feare The goodnesse of the ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
Custom in sin. Let the wild leopards of the wood Put off the spots that nature gives, Then may the ...
1 I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
Fearing that she might go one day With some fine fellow of her choice, I called her from her childish ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride, ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd, And secret passions labour'd in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd ...
"What! still those two infernal questions, That with our meals our slumbers mix -- That spoil our tempers and digestions ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
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