Bound — a trouble (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Bound -- a trouble -- And lives can bear it! Limit -- how deep a bleeding go! So -- many ...
Bound -- a trouble -- And lives can bear it! Limit -- how deep a bleeding go! So -- many ...
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys As the Tiger ...
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" -- The hue -- of it -- is Blood -- An Artery ...
Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music -- Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled -- Scantilly dealt to ...
So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise -- Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes. So ...
Musicians wrestle everywhere -- All day -- among the crowded air I hear the silver strife -- And -- walking ...
The morns are meeker than they were -- The nuts are getting brown -- The berry's cheek is plumper -- ...
A slash of Blue -- A sweep of Gray -- Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky ...
THROUGH halls of vanished pleasure, And hold of vanished power, And crypt of faith forgotten, A came to Ludlow tower. ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. Why isn't anything happening in ...
Praise the good-tempered summer and the red cardinal that jumps like a hot coal off the track. Praise the heavy ...
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he He called for his pipe ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
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