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 ...
I cannot think thou would'st forget me even Amidst the mystic jubilee above, My heart's great joy, my closely nestling ...
I will not have our holy love profaned By that untruth which slanders as impure The rites we keep, however ...
Thy birthday ends a year of grief and pain, Of hope deferred, that maketh sick the heart, Of dreary days, ...
You say my Love no marvel is to you. As she sedately treads the dust and stir Of earthly ways, ...
CCXAmidst the lottery of days I draw More blanks than prizes; though the hand of hope Still in the luckless ...
Yes, true to thee, if false to all beside; That is my purpose, that the solemn creed Whose rule suffices ...
White as this paper was my lady's mind Ere with my bold and desecrating hand I scrawled its face with ...
CCLVIf it be sin, as rigid men aver, To love, as we have loved, above the law That sanctions living, ...
Fairest of all the fair ones I have seen, Fairest of all, in feature not alone, Nor form, nor grace, ...
Against mischances I have shut my ear; I will not hear the far-off coming doom Trouble the distance with the ...
I never wished for wings as yesternight, When my imprisoned darling sadly came Before her window, leaned against the frame, ...
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