Poems by Boker George Henry
CLXXXVIII
... ou can win the meedOf faith, to make your doubtful title clear,And so convince me you are she indeed ...
LXX
... er dear love's sake,So much forgives, so calmly puts asideHer own distaste, her stately virgin pride ...
XLII
... uld fret and pineWhich makes exhausted nature trip and fallJust at the point where it becomes divine ...
XLVII
... erging to this central place,Some spider wove, and all the bands Climb here, with pallor in the face ...
XXIV
... As one who, mourning, wraps his mantle tight,And huddles nearer to the dismal sightOf some lost love ...
