At Half past Three, a single Bird (Emily Dickinson Poem)
At Half past Three, a single Bird Unto a silent Sky Propounded but a single term Of cautious melody. At ...
At Half past Three, a single Bird Unto a silent Sky Propounded but a single term Of cautious melody. At ...
A Bird came down the Walk -- He did not know I saw -- He bit an Angleworm in halves ...
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -- That perches in the soul -- And sings the tune without the words ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
It is something to have wept as we have wept, It is something to have done as we have done, ...
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row ...
(Hebrews, iv.2) Israel in ancient days Not only had a view Of Sinai in a blaze, But learn'd the Gospel ...
Gracious Lord, our children see, By Thy mercy we are free; But shall these, alas! remain Subjects still of Satan's ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
From a letter from STC to Wordsworth after writing The Nightingale: In stale blank verse a subject stale I send ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts their own ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
IF thou be in a lonely place, If one hour's calm be thine, As Evening bends her placid face O'er ...
The sun has set, and the long grass now Waves dreamily in the evening wind; And the wild bird has ...
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Henry sats in de bar & was odd, off in the glass from the glass, at odds wif de world ...
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
Often, to amuse themselves, the crew of the ship Would fell an albatross, the largest of sea birds, Indolent companions ...
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