Sonnet I (Brooke Boothby Poems)
Life's summer flown, the wint'ry tempest rude, Began to lower on the declining year; When smiles celestial gilt the prospect ...
Life's summer flown, the wint'ry tempest rude, Began to lower on the declining year; When smiles celestial gilt the prospect ...
Dear Mansergh! Of the few this breast who share, And share in pitying sympathy its woe, You best my vast ...
Bright crisp?d threads of pure translucent gold! Ye who were wont with zephyr's breath to play, Over the warm cheek ...
Why died I not before that fatal morn, That thunder'd in mine ears, "Thy Child is gone; "Thy Joys are ...
What art thou, Life? The shadow of a dream: The past and future dwell in thought alone; The present, ere ...
Did I not weep for him that was in pain! Was not my hand still open to distress! When did ...
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