Sonnet XXXIV: “I know, O Lord, the summer fields are green” (George Henry Boker Poems)
XXXVI know, O Lord, the summer fields are green, And the rich splendor of the summer air Is full of ...
XXXVI know, O Lord, the summer fields are green, And the rich splendor of the summer air Is full of ...
Whither, thou glory of thy gentle race, My heart's content, within whose warmth I lie, As lies the flower beneath ...
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