Sonnet V (Brooke Boothby Poems)
Death! Thy cold hand the brightest flower has chill'd, That e'er suffused love's cheek with rosy dies; Quench'd the soft ...
Brooke Boothby Poems on Joy & Excitement (3 Poems)
Sonnet II (Brooke Boothby Poems)
Why died I not before that fatal morn, That thunder'd in mine ears, "Thy Child is gone; "Thy Joys are ...
Sonnet XII (Brooke Boothby Poems)
Well has thy classick chisel, Banks*, express'd The graceful lineaments of that fine form, Which late with conscious, living beauty ...