Betrothed to Righteousness might be (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Betrothed to Righteousness might be An Ecstasy discreet But Nature relishes the Pinks Which she was taught to eat -- ...
Betrothed to Righteousness might be An Ecstasy discreet But Nature relishes the Pinks Which she was taught to eat -- ...
A throe upon the features -- A hurry in the breath -- An ecstasy of parting Denominated "Death" -- An ...
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar, The Son of ...
A something in a summer's Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer's ...
"Go travelling with us!" Her travels daily be By routes of ecstasy To Evening's Sea -- (Emily Dickinson)
Summer -- we all have seen -- A few of us -- believed -- A few -- the more aspiring ...
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ration To the ecstasy. For each beloved ...
Flowers -- Well -- if anybody Can the ecstasy define -- Half a transport -- half a trouble -- With ...
Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on ...
Those final Creatures, -- who they are -- That, faithful to the close, Administer her ecstasy, But just the Summer ...
A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be -- Though God forbid it lift the lid -- Unto ...
A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest -- I've heard the Hunter tell -- 'Tis but the Ecstasy of death -- ...
Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning's flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how ...
Through the Dark Sod -- as Education -- The Lily passes sure -- Feels her white foot -- no trepidation ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
How many million galaxies there are Who knows? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
How many million galaxies there are Who knows? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
(with apologies to Frederic Taber Cooper) I well recall (and who does not) The circus bill-board hippopotamus, whose wide distended ...
Bound, hungry to pluck again from the thousand technologies of ecstasy boundlessness, the world that at a drop of water ...
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