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The book of the dead

Boker, George H. (1823-1890)

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[Beside the spreading Nile of old]
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[I. 'Tis not my purpose to explain]
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[II. This cross between a curse and psalm]
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[III. Let him who dares usurp God's right]
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[IV. I make a pageant of my pain]
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[V. To-day my inmost soul was stirred]
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[VI. Thy grave is shut against the lies]
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[VII. If this cruel cup of love and hate]
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[VIII. Sometimes I weary of my task]
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[IX. I hear the clarions of the day]
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[X. If passion less, and reason more]
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[XI. Peter and Judas merged in one]
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[XII. While this shall stand, the wicked deeds]
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[XIII. The regicides who slew King Charles]
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[XIV. I had a vision of the night]
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[XV. The moon sails up the mottled sky]
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[XVI. When the dead Cid was laid in state]
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[XVII. If yon cold lizard, sliming o'er]
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[XVIII. False Pilate washed his guilty hands]
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[XIX. Oft when thy duties bound thee down]
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[XX. The chain that binds me to this oar]
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[XXI. For gold you did your treacherous deed]
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[XXII. I stand beside the sea once more]
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[XXIII. The noblest heart I ever knew]
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[XXIV. At times the patience of my soul]
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[XXV. With passion yet my nature quakes]
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[XXVI. I know the men of after-time]
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[XXVII. To-day should be a golden one]
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[XXVIII. Of old Amilcar called his son]
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[XXIX. Let him who in my footsteps treads]
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[XXX. The poet's word that stings and lives]
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[XXXI. If all the liars under heaven]
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[XXXII. I know not to what hearts I speak]
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[XXXIII. Faint not, strong heart, beneath thy grief]
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[XXXIV. Coarse miscreant, with the cringing back]
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[XXXV. I twine to-day a victor's crown]
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[XXXVI. Our dead to us are never dead]
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[XXXVII. The fierce, rebellious fall of rain]
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[XXXVIII. With song of birds, and hum of bees]
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[XXXIX. If I could value at its height]
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[XL. Against the words which current pass]
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[XLI. A sculptured stone to-day was laid]
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[XLII. If sorrow is love's fruit, and love]
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[XLIII. The dreary morning of my woe]
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[XLIV. If mere existence be Love's scope]
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[XLV. These wild, unquiet thoughts that rove]
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[XLVI. Blow gently, southern breezes, blow]
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[XLVII. Standing upon this grave, I view]
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[XLVIII. Before the scornful face of death]
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[XLIX. I, for my part, would rather tear]
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[L. What special baseness of our kind]
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[LI. The beef-faced brute who leads this band]
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[LII. To-day I faced my enemies]
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[LIII. I cannot pass that threshold o'er]
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[LIV. Why sorrow for the hopeless past]
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[LV. If to the soul, as to the sense]
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[LVI. Eternal God, before Thy face]
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[LVII. One counsels me to drop my scourge]
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[LVIII. If good and evil are but one]
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[LIX. Long golden days and mellow nights]
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[LX. Is grief a weakness of the mind]
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[LXI. My cries of wrath are fitful cries]
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[LXII. I sat with men; few words were said]
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[LXIII. What cuts thee from thy fellow-wretch]
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[LXIV. I watched at eve beside thy tomb]
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[LXV. Arch traitor, in thy restless bed]
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[LXVI. If all this passion run to waste]
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[LXVII. I do not draw for man alone]
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[LXVIII. If I were well assured of this]
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[LXIX. Dear Lord, to Thee I cry aloud]
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[LXX. I, wandering by this bitter shore]
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[LXXI. What man shall set his hardened brow]
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[LXXII. Through the dark path, o'er which I tread]
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[LXXIII. I fought with spectres in the night]
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[LXXIV. Were beauty nearer the divine]
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[LXXV. A service done to me is naught]
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[LXXVI. Ye men of evil, ye who dare]
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[LXXVII. In hazy gold the hill-side sleeps]
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[LXXVIII. Now thou art gone, in vain to me]
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[LXXIX. Great God, I cannot bear this thing]
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[LXXX. My soul is open to thy eye]
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[LXXXI. If this sole solace of my grief]
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[LXXXII. Not pity, but a deeper sense]
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[LXXXIII. Perhaps I make my grief too plain]
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[LXXXIV. What evidence lies round about]
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[LXXXV. The hopes, on which our spirits live]
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[LXXXVI. I meet thee, sometimes, in the deep]
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[LXXXVII. When my dead roses bloom once more]
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[LXXXVIII. When I am turned to mouldering dust]
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[LXXXIX. They tell me thou art far away]
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[XC. I stood amidst an angry throng]
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[XCI. I trust in man. Not all are base]
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[XCII. Where violets and daisies spring]
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[XCIII. I pity him who holds his grief]
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[XCIV. In robes of woe, before me stood]
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[XCV. The day arose in dismal black]
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[XCVI. Can time, that makes the memory]
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[XCVII. Let me not scorn my better self]
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[XCVIII. It seems that even rogues like these]
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[XCIX. O man of serviceable mind]
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[C. The primrose in the valley blooms]
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[CI. The yearly miracle of Spring]
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[CII. We poets hang upon the wheel]
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[CIII. Glory to God! This blesséd hour]
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[CIV. I, sighing o'er the happy past]
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[CV. If any good may come to me]
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[CVI. I know that I shall never cease]
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[CVII. With pious hands I close thy tomb]

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George H. Boker

1823-1890
J. B. Lippincott & Co.
Philadelphia, London
1882
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