Sonnet XXVI: “When we two parted, on a summer day” (George Henry Boker Poems)
XXVIWhen we two parted, on a summer day, With lingering hands, with sobs, with swimming eyes, With broken phrases, half ...
XXVIWhen we two parted, on a summer day, With lingering hands, with sobs, with swimming eyes, With broken phrases, half ...
These blows of fate that shake our troubled life, This long, long sorrow o'er our parted fate, Like foes assailing ...
CCXXShall I not know thee in the life to be By something proper unto thee alone-- Thy look, thy gait, ...
Since that which issues from the sovereign head Springs from a source so weak and insecure, And beauty's charm no ...
I could not hope that one so rarely fair As thou, could firmly brook this shameful brand, This bare exposure ...
CCIILove stirs the pulses of my deeper thought, Muses on things that were and things to be, Weaves for himself ...
To watch the night out is a dreary thing: To muse and sorrow o'er my desperate lot, Flitting in thought ...
Sometimes when loitering by the bitter shore Where brood the shadows of the things to be, The vast, dim circle ...
XLIVI cannot tell what cause dissolved my dream, As it has done a thousand dreams ere now-- Dreams of thy ...
XIIIPerhaps in mercy is the future masked. For who so hardy, if his fate were read, As to abide its ...
What spirit worthy of its noble birth Regrets for Eden and the harmless state Of him who gamboled with his ...
XVIAll the world's malice, all the spite of fate, Cannot undo the rapture of the past. I, like a victor, ...
To thee I oft have boasted, in my pride, That come what may, Fate never can annul Our glorious past--so ...
CXIA vision of my lady came to me In the last watches of departing night; Rising with Phospher, she presaged ...
Hard is the fortune that has cast thy lot Within the withering circle of my shade. Alas! poor flower, whom ...
The dreadful vision of my fears has burst Upon our unprotected heads at last; Gloom swallows gloom, blast rises over ...
I know the days are heavy on thy hands, Thy lonely pillow wet with many a tear, Thy sad reflections ...
If we were fashioned to be ignorant, And frisk and frolic with the kid and fawn, Rest with the sun ...
Love is our all in all! I solemnly-- After long struggles with my luckless star, Seeking for joys around me ...
To be forever thus alone with thee, Thus locked and fettered in thy tender arms, Were to rob heaven of ...
When at confession by thy knee I kneel, I must reveal a thousand sins to hate, With scarce a virtue ...
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