And this of all my Hopes (Emily Dickinson Poem)
And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning rose Early and sere, its ...
And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning rose Early and sere, its ...
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
A ROSE, as fair as ever saw the North, Grew in a little garden all alone; A sweeter flower did ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
I have sown beside all waters in my day. I planted deep, within my heart the fear that wind or ...
For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mirth, There is no measure upon earth. Nay, they wither, root and stem, If an end ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
It was a little budding rose, Round like a fairy globe, And shyly did its leaves unclose Hid in their ...
Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's ...
They talk of short-lived pleasure--be it so-- Pain dies as quickly; stern, hard-featured pain Expires, and lets her weary prisoner ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
Though the air is full of singing my head is loud with the labor of words. Though the season is ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
I've come to give you fruit from out my orchard, Of wide report. I have trees there that bear me ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
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