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 ...
LIVIf I have served my God with faithful soul, Using the talent which He gave in trust, So that His ...
LXIXI cannot tell what charms my lady finds In this dull face, huge form and sullen soul; Nor how my ...
IVOne hope survives; but that, like the sole sun, Covers my prospect with its fertile light I envy none his ...
Her prudish foot, seen rarely as a nun, Is steep and narrow, flexible as steel, Touching her pathway but at ...
Against the changes of obsequious time, That shifts his seasons as his lord, the sun, Dictates which way his supple ...
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