Is it dead-Find it (Emily Dickinson Poems)
417Is it dead-Find it-Out of sound-Out of sight-"Happy"? Which is wiser-You, or the Wind?"Conscious"? Won't you ask that-Of the low ...
417Is it dead-Find it-Out of sound-Out of sight-"Happy"? Which is wiser-You, or the Wind?"Conscious"? Won't you ask that-Of the low ...
927Absent Place - an April Day -Daffodils a-blowHomesick curiosityTo the Souls that snow -Drift may block within itDeeper than without ...
Men make them fires on the hearth Each under his roof-tree, And the Four Winds that rule the earth They ...
As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
I Once, only once, I saw it clear, -- That Eden every human heart has dreamed A hundred times, but ...
To learn the Transport by the Pain As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst -- suspecting That ...
Is it dead -- Find it -- Out of sound -- Out of sight -- "Happy"? Which is wiser -- ...
Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were ...
Absent Place -- an April Day -- Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow -- Drift may block ...
The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized -- The Heaven we chase, Like the June Bee -- before the School Boy, ...
I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today -- It's such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences -- It's time ...
What is -- "Paradise" -- Who live there -- Are they "Farmers" -- Do they "hoe" -- Do they know ...
I cannot live with You -- It would be Life -- And Life is over there -- Behind the Shelf ...
There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All ...
In one salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet. ...
GOD with a Roll of Honour in His hand Sits welcoming the heroes who have died, While sorrowless angels ranked ...
In the dark and damp of the alley cold, Lay the Christmas tree that hadn't been sold; By a shopman ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
In the land of Wu the mulberry leaves are green, And thrice the silkworms have gone to sleep. In East ...
I. THE LION The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu ...
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