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Plays and poems

Boker, George H. (1823-1890)

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POEMS.
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SONGS AND SONNETS.
  
THE ROSE OF GRANADA.
  
[There was a gay maiden lived down by the mill]
  
LIDA.
  
[Yes, I loved her! Bear me witness]
  
[When we meet again, shall I behold no shrinking]
  
[The fever in my blood has died]
  
[I sit beneath the sunbeams' glow]
  
[Wheel on thy axle, softly run]
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STREET LYRICS.
  
THE AWAKING OF THE POETICAL FACULTY.
  
TO ANDREW JACKSON.
  
TO LOUIS NAPOLEON.
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TO ENGLAND.
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[I. Lear and Cordelia! 'twas an ancient tale]
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[II. Stand, thou great bulwark of man's liberty]
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[III. At length the tempest from the North has burst]
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[IV. Far from the Baltic to the Euxine's strand]
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[V. O, men of England, with an anxious heart]
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[VI. Once more old England's banner on the gale]
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[VII. Faint not nor tremble, birthplace of my sires]
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TO AMERICA.
  
TO THE MEMORY OF JOHN SERGEANT.
  
TO THE MEMORY OF M. A. R.
  
TO THE MEMORY OF S. S.
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TO BAYARD TAYLOR.
  
[How the fixed gaze of unadmiring time]
  
[Dear is the fruit of sorrow, priceless store]
  
[Not when the buxom form which nature wears]
  
[Spring, in the gentle look with which she turns]
  
[Either the sum of this sweet mutiny]
  
[I'll call thy frown a headsman, passing grim]
  
[Nay, not to thee, to nature I will tie]
  
[How canst thou call my modest love impure]
  
[Why shall I chide the hand of wilful Time]
  
[Love is that orbit of the restless soul]
  
[Thou who dost smile upon me, yet unknown]
  
[Fear not, dear maid, the love I give to thee]
  
[Where lags my mistress while the drowsy year]
  
[O! would that Fortune might bestow on me]
  
[Your love to me appears in doubtful signs]
  
[No gentle touches of your timid hand]
  
[Doubt is the offspring of a self-distrust]
  
[As at an altar, love, behold me kneel]
  
[I do assure thee, love, each kiss of thine]
  
[To win and lose thee! In one hour to sa,]
  
[Here part we, love, beneath the world's broad eye]
  
[And shall we part without a parting kis?]
  
[No hope is mine, no comfort mine; for I]
  
[Imagine, love, that I bent over thee]
  
[My lady sighs, and I am far away]
  
[If, by an absence of unnumbered years]
  
[Hence, cold despair! I do believe that they]
  
ON MY LADY'S LETTER.
  
[The ghostly midnight settles on my heart]
  
[In this deep hush and quiet of my soul]
  
[I have been mounted on life's topmost wave]
  
[Ah! would to heaven that this dear misery]
  
[Sometimes, in bitter fancy, I bewail]
  
[To-night the tempest rages. All without]
  
[Another shriek like that, O furious wind]
  
[Again the tireless winds are rushing past]
  
[Thank Heaven, a lull—a lull in the long roar]
  
[What fancy, or what flight of wingéd thought]
  
[I know art hardens what my love would speak]
  
[Yet, love, forgive thy Poet if his lays]
  
[O! for some spirit, some magnetic spark]
  
[There is a sorrow underlies mere grief]
  
[To love thee absent were sufficient pain]
  
[Why should I cheat my heart with open lies]
  
[Ah! let me live on memories of old]
  
[In vain to thee I stretch imploring arms]
  
[Time shall not dry thy ever-falling tears]
  
[I do not sorrow that thy love was cast]
  
[I heard a voice that through the midnight cried]
  
[Like old King Hamlet sleeping in the flowers]
  
[No forward step in all my history]
  
[I will not blazon forth thy sacred name]
  
[As a sad hermit in his cloistered cell]
  
[Only through this, this precious gift of song]
  
[Fate, of all seasons, chose the happy time]
  
[I shall be faithful, though the weary years]
  
[I have not turned for sympathy to friends]
  
[Across the waters, through the void of night]
  
[Here let the motions of the world be still]
  
[All the world's malice, all the spite of fate]

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[I have been mounted on life's topmost wave]

I have been mounted on life's topmost wave,
Until my forehead kissed the dazzling cloud;
I have been dashed beneath the murky shroud
That yawns between the watery crests. I rave,
Sometimes, liked cursed Orestes; sometimes lave
My limbs in dews of asphodel; or, bowed
With torrid heat, I moan to heaven aloud,
Or shrink with Winter in his icy cave.
Now peace broods over me; now savage rage
Spurns me across the world. Nor am I free
From nightly visions, when the pictured page
Of sleep unfolds its varied leaves to me,
Changing as often as the mimic stage;—
And all this, lady, through my love for thee!
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