Ad Poetas (George Henry Boker Poems)
O brother bards, why stand ye silent all, Amidst these days of noble strife,While drum and fife and the ...
O brother bards, why stand ye silent all, Amidst these days of noble strife,While drum and fife and the ...
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 ...
CXIVOf all the dreams I dreamed in bygone years, But one remains, imprinted on my age, And even that record, ...
CIIIParted again! Shall partings never cease? After the rapture of a few short days, Above whose brightest hour there glooms ...
CCIILove stirs the pulses of my deeper thought, Muses on things that were and things to be, Weaves for himself ...
Half that we learn is wisdom of the heart, Which owes but little to the probing brain-- A broad foundation, ...
LXXVSo dainty white my lady's fancies are That mine but sully her most abject thought; So pure and holy that ...
XIVO Love, I leave thee all that I hold dear, Thy precious self, in faithful ward to keep. I need ...
Oh! sigh no more, no longer paint the air With the distempered pictures of thy brain! The sighs are idle, ...
Thus gracious ever is my darling's mind; Forgiving not alone the guilt which dyes My features scarlet, when my history ...
VILone echoes from the dim cloud-covered shore Of Death are booming in my throbbing brain. I hear the rustle of ...
XVWhere is my merit? By what special grace Am I so blessed above all other men? I have some fancy, ...
CXXVThe moon hath touched my lady's restless brain: She babbles wildly; calls my love a thing Base with the coiner's ...
As some new ghost, that wanders to and fro By dreary Lethe, turns his vacant eyes, Drowsy with recent death, ...
A marvel to me is my lady's hand; 'Tis not that plump, thick-palmed and dimpled thing With pointed ends and ...
XXISometimes I fear thou'lt poise my muse's praise, Against my spoken words, and sharply cry "This man breathes lightning through ...
Know you a soul so white and inly pure That sin itself, committed by her hand, Permitted by her brain, ...
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 ...
CCVIWhen men distrust me, not because they find Baseness in me, but basely they mistake The native sins, which in ...
CCLXXXVIIIO, I adjure thee, keep my words in mind, Thou fragrant lily, thou too tempting flower, Growing to grace in ...
LXIVRoll the grand harmonies which finite mind Can neither reason of nor understand, Thou instrument, on which a higher hand ...
Love is the source of all my griefs, 'tis true, But 'tis the source of all my joys as well; ...
My darling's brow is classic, low and wide, A forehead Grecian Helen might have kissed, In envious homage that her ...
Thus in her absence is my fancy cool: And then my schemes of purity designed Pass, in a vestal-train, across ...
CXVII shall not flatter that gross mass of sin, Wicked myself, with this delusive thought, That my dear lady's spotless ...
VMy heart is sad today; I know not why. Is it the dismal falling of the rain-- The wail of ...
If any comfort lies within the zone Of ruddy gold that round thy finger clings; If from the ruby's steady ...
O gentle frenzy, too supreme delight! O acrid sweet, most blessed sum of ills! O cold that scorches, flaming fire ...
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