Sonnet XXX: “When all the labors of the day are past” (George Henry Boker Poems)
XXXWhen all the labors of the day are past, And on the world-exposed and fretted edge Of my sad soul, ...
XXXWhen all the labors of the day are past, And on the world-exposed and fretted edge Of my sad soul, ...
I have thy love, and were I drunk with joy That were enough. I'd revel out my day, Thoughtless of ...
There are more ways to heaven than mortals know; One reaches it through solemn praise and prayer, Another through the ...
The years repeat themselves; and now, once more, The day that gave my darling birth is here; How swift, alas! ...
The love of this dear woman is so sweet To me, whose heart has been the spurn and cuff Of ...
Like to a flock of birds, the flying days Whirr in my ears, and leave no trace behind, More than ...
XIIIPerhaps in mercy is the future masked. For who so hardy, if his fate were read, As to abide its ...
If beauty is not an immortal thing, And that fair casket, thy transcendent form, Never again to throbbing life shall ...
CFor life and death to me are so akin, So aptly one suggests the other's being; So quickly treads behind ...
XIIWhy sing forever in this mournful way, Vexing the future for my hidden lot? Are today's joys unvalued and forgot, ...
The present only do we hold in thrall; The past is gone, and all its glories hushed; The kiss we ...
I touched the limit of supremest bliss, Knew joy's whole secret on this golden day; When in my arms my ...
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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