The waters chased him as he fled, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The waters chased him as he fled, Not daring look behind -- A billow whispered in his Ear, "Come home ...
The waters chased him as he fled, Not daring look behind -- A billow whispered in his Ear, "Come home ...
The ecstasy to guess Were a receipted bliss If grace could talk. (Emily Dickinson)
She sights a Bird -- she chuckles -- She flattens -- then she crawls -- She runs without the look ...
Promise This -- When You be Dying -- Some shall summon Me -- Mine belong Your latest Sighing -- Mine ...
One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging -- satisfied -- For ...
My Reward for Being, was This. My premium -- My Bliss -- An Admiralty, less -- A Sceptre -- penniless ...
It would never be Common -- more -- I said -- Difference -- had begun -- Many a bitterness -- ...
If I may have it, when it's dead, I'll be contented -- so -- If just as soon as Breath ...
I had the Glory -- that will do -- An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite ...
I had a daily Bliss I half indifferent viewed Till sudden I perceived it stir -- It grew as I ...
From all the Jails the Boys and Girls Ecstatically leap -- Beloved only Afternoon That Prison doesn't keep They storm ...
As old as Woe -- How old is that? Some eighteen thousand years -- As old as Bliss How old ...
I know that He exists. Somewhere -- in Silence -- He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
John Grubby who was short and stout And troubled with religious doubt, Refused about the age of three To sit ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
I have slept upon my couch, But my spirit did not rest, For the labours of the day Yet my ...
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may ...
Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt today! O let its memory stay with me And ...
While on my lonely couch I lie, I seldom feel myself alone, For fancy fills my dreaming eye With scenes ...
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure; You may be grateful for the gift divine -- That grace unsought, which ...
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure, You may be grateful for the gift divine, That grace unsought which made ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or ...
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