Ad Poetas (George Henry Boker Poems)
O brother bards, why stand ye silent all, Amidst these days of noble strife,While drum and fife and the ...
O brother bards, why stand ye silent all, Amidst these days of noble strife,While drum and fife and the ...
XXISometimes I fear thou'lt poise my muse's praise, Against my spoken words, and sharply cry "This man breathes lightning through ...
Know you a soul so white and inly pure That sin itself, committed by her hand, Permitted by her brain, ...
Oh! sigh no more, no longer paint the air With the distempered pictures of thy brain! The sighs are idle, ...
VILone echoes from the dim cloud-covered shore Of Death are booming in my throbbing brain. I hear the rustle of ...
LIIIn truth, Love, but a single hope remains-- The hope to win thee at the bitter end Of many trials. ...
CXXVThe moon hath touched my lady's restless brain: She babbles wildly; calls my love a thing Base with the coiner's ...
As some new ghost, that wanders to and fro By dreary Lethe, turns his vacant eyes, Drowsy with recent death, ...
Sometimes when loitering by the bitter shore Where brood the shadows of the things to be, The vast, dim circle ...
VMy heart is sad today; I know not why. Is it the dismal falling of the rain-- The wail of ...
O World, I owe thee nothing; I have had Not even my wages from thy niggard hand, For all I ...
These gusts of passion blown in many a mood Through heart and spirit and conceiving brain, May to my ear ...
So many changing phases have I known Of my hot heart and of my colder brain, So long and strange ...
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