Sonnet XXIII: “I have thy love, and were I drunk with joy” (George Henry Boker Poems)
I have thy love, and were I drunk with joy That were enough. I'd revel out my day, Thoughtless of ...
I have thy love, and were I drunk with joy That were enough. I'd revel out my day, Thoughtless of ...
There blew a breeze across the flowers, that said, "Love is the sweetest thing which mortals know!" And so I ...
CCIVIf Grecian Helen pleaded with the tongue The Chian lent her--sweetest tongue of earth! If Agamemnon's child forgot her birth, ...
The years repeat themselves; and now, once more, The day that gave my darling birth is here; How swift, alas! ...
XCIVWhen on the splendor of thy shining head Death lays his hand, I feel that thou art born, Like my ...
LXWhen, Love, I sing of thee, such little cares As here oppress us on this narrow earth, The things that ...
If sin be punished, or be purged away, Then sin's remembrance must survive this earth; Or be a judgment vague, ...
Another year has passed us, while the earth Grew green and grey again beneath our eyes, And now once more, ...
The waves of busy life that whirling go Through thy long streets, O city of my birth, With all their ...
The fane I build on this foundation stone Which seems to me the most immortal part Of carnal nature, man's ...
Mere love, the common commerce of the earth, Is little in its uses; scarcely won, Ere o'ercloyed taste is sickened ...
Should I portray thee merely as I can, In my conceit belittling all thy worth With the dry bareness of ...
Speed on thy solemn pilgrimage, O Earth; And count thy rosary of golden days Before thy Maker's feet in prayerful ...
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