The Crossing At Fredericksbu (George Henry Boker Poems)
I lay in my tent at mid-day, Too full of pain to die,When I heard the voice of Burnside, And ...
I lay in my tent at mid-day, Too full of pain to die,When I heard the voice of Burnside, And ...
They cannot part us. With this power of song, Through every circumstance, and time and place, I hold communion with ...
There blew a breeze across the flowers, that said, "Love is the sweetest thing which mortals know!" And so I ...
O say thou lovest me; say it o'er again; Ring all the changes on that blissful phrase; Say it with ...
XVWhere is my merit? By what special grace Am I so blessed above all other men? I have some fancy, ...
LXIXI cannot tell what charms my lady finds In this dull face, huge form and sullen soul; Nor how my ...
As some new ghost, that wanders to and fro By dreary Lethe, turns his vacant eyes, Drowsy with recent death, ...
There are more ways to heaven than mortals know; One reaches it through solemn praise and prayer, Another through the ...
The color of my lady's hair is brown; A hot, rich brown, shot through with fiery gold; That tint Etruscan ...
CCIVIf Grecian Helen pleaded with the tongue The Chian lent her--sweetest tongue of earth! If Agamemnon's child forgot her birth, ...
Know you a soul so white and inly pure That sin itself, committed by her hand, Permitted by her brain, ...
Clamber again into thy midday place, O sun of love, now so besmirched with cloud; So crossed and railed against ...
In lingering winter was my darling born, To make amends by Nature for her dearth And cutting winds, that over ...
Whither, thou glory of thy gentle race, My heart's content, within whose warmth I lie, As lies the flower beneath ...
Heaven shaped her ear in fashioning the shell, A pearly circlet, lined with faintest pink; So dainty thin, the light ...
I know not if one beauty less or more This year hath left upon my darling's face, Or if today ...
If any comfort lies within the zone Of ruddy gold that round thy finger clings; If from the ruby's steady ...
LVI strive to live my life in whitest truth, Even in the face of this deceitful world; And if in ...
This comfort only have I in my woes,-- To feed my heart upon thy pictured face, To draw thy shadow ...
I mark not seasons by the calendar; My lady's birthdays measure time to me; In spite of Julius or of ...
I play the masquer to the world, I grant, I flash the spangles of my art before Its staring eyes; ...
CCXII cannot liken thee to any flower, As they of old, the master poets, chose From fancy's bed, to meetly ...
XIIWhy sing forever in this mournful way, Vexing the future for my hidden lot? Are today's joys unvalued and forgot, ...
CXIXIf history, that feeds upon the past, Reserve some corner of respect for me, Where for a while the gaping ...
A shame arose betwixt my Love and me. I am not worthy to be called her own. A thousand jeers ...
If not the painter's nor the sculptor's skill Can give thy beauty its entitled place; Catch the revealings of that ...
The waves of busy life that whirling go Through thy long streets, O city of my birth, With all their ...
The beams of morning flicker round my face; I start and waken, and before me lies The rising sun just ...
When at confession by thy knee I kneel, I must reveal a thousand sins to hate, With scarce a virtue ...
Her face is perfect oval, one long sweep From temple round to temple, taking in A line uncut of cheek ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories