Sonnet III: “As a lorn sailor clinging to the wreck” (George Henry Boker Poems)
IIIAs a lorn sailor clinging to the wreck, On which he starved through many a doleful day, Sees o'er the ...
IIIAs a lorn sailor clinging to the wreck, On which he starved through many a doleful day, Sees o'er the ...
The softest whisperings of the scented South, And rust and roses in the cannon's mouth; And, where the thunders of ...
Whither, thou glory of thy gentle race, My heart's content, within whose warmth I lie, As lies the flower beneath ...
Encircled by the traffic's roarMidst music and the blaze of lightThe battle-jaded khaki knightsThrong, sleek and civilised once more.On, one ...
It is the boy in me who's looking out the window, while someone across the street mends a pillowcase, clouds ...
August First: it was a year ago we drove down from St.-Guilhem-le-Désert to open the house in St. Guiraud rented ...
for Sydney Pettit The lines are keen against today's bad sky about to rain. We're white and understand why Indians ...
unlike knowing what would grow not mustard seeds per se seeds of faith alone each of us sowing casting seeds ...
"Sweetheart, take this," a soldier said, "And bid me brave good-by; It may befall we ne'er shall wed, But love ...
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Before my drift-wood fire I sit, And see, with every waif I burn, Old dreams and fancies coloring it, And ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
You were the one I wanted most to know So like yet unlike, like fire and snow, The casual voice, ...
Like Oedipus I am losing my sight. LIke Judas I have done my wrong. Their punishment is over; the shame ...
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember. I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage. Then the almost ...
How does it happen, tell me, That I who was the most erudite of lawyers, Who knew Blackstone and Coke ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
'The trouble with snowmen,' Said my father one year 'They are no sooner made than they just disappear. I'll build ...
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