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George Henry Boker

Sonnet CCCIV: Thy Birthday Opened With Artillery;—

Thy birthday opened with artillery;—
The flash and thunder of the breaking wave,
At early dawn, a greeting salvo gave,
While roared the outer crowded, jostling sea.
Glad heaven displayed its sunrise pageantry,
Each cloud the other trying to outbrave,
Till Phoebus through them drove his fiery nave,
In golden tnumph—all to honor thee!
O sea, we love thee! By thy moonlit side,
Mingling my halting whisper with thy tone,
I spoke the words that made her heart my own;
And ever since, the murmuring of thy tide,
Uplifting to the moon its silver zone,
Brings back the night whose memory is our pride.

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Sonnet CCXLIV:

I do not merit it that thou should… A step beyond the coldness of the… My heart has built thee, nor one l… Of careless grace upon thy worship… Ah, faultless goddess, if thou’lt…
Sonnet CCXCIV:

What hast thou done, my Darling,… Felt lost and lonesome, missed me… Scorned self-content, with thy own… Unable to incline to altered ways? Loathed thou thy very merits? Is…
Sonnet CLXX:

Yes, I could trust, forever and a… Thy constant heart to any worldlin… Surround thy senses with the lies… That hiss and gender in the truth’… I know the nature of thy taintless…
Sonnet CLV:

Heavy and dark, with gusts of spit… The moody moments of today lagged… And when the boding evening gather… The buzzing swarms of winter, thic… Whitened the earth and eddied to a…
Sonnet CCLXXXVII:

When distance severs us, and we be… As parting voyagers of divided liv… In whom no common interest survive… A brief salute and long farewell o… I wonder, Sweet, if use will not…
Sonnet CCXXXI:

Never, dear season, shall I tire… Of thee whose presence makes my to… Glitter and sparkle through its ru… With new-born life, O recreative… It is not only that the bluebird’s…
Sonnet CLXIII:

‘O for my sake do you with fortune… I almost took sad Shakespeare’s t… So closely fits his sonnet line by… The wretched case in which my life… Fraud, falsehood, avarice, the bea…
Sonnet CCCVI: Thy Birthday Ends a Year of Grief and Pain,

Thy birthday ends a year of grief… Of hope deferred, that maketh sick… Of dreary days, but marked by pain… Haunting the bed whereon thy form… And I, poor watcher of thy anguis…
Sonnet CXII:

CXII Gone, gone! The rayless window sh… Upon my upturned eyes; the gracefu… Whose distant presence made my sen… Is but a memory of the empty night…
Sonnet LVIII:

Our hearts are like two night-boun… Lashed fast, through terror of the… That, though they gride together t… Great strains inflicted, and a tho… Of dangerous contact, though each…
Sonnet CCII:

CCII Love stirs the pulses of my deeper… Muses on things that were and thin… Weaves for himself the threads of… Till from their mesh a splendid we…
Sonnet CLX:

The way I walk, an angel of God’s… The dearest, brightest, oft with d… Bound on a mission amongst earthly… Treads, as the nearest path to ang… O mighty Seraph, do not thou diso…
Sonnet I:

When to his class the surgeon’s sk… Reveals the mysteries of the inner… So lost is science, brooding o’er… He does not feel disgusted or afra… Thus my poor heart is on the table…



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