The Sphynx (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours Of winters past or coming, void of care, Well pleased with delights ...
In seventeen hundred, a much hated sultan visited us twice, finally dying of headaches in the south harbor. Ever since, ...
An Allusion to the Phoenix 'Mongst all the creatures in this spacious round Of the birds' kind, the Phoenix is ...
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
I first tasted under Apollo's lips, love and love sweetness, I, Evadne; my hair is made of crisp violets or ...
With sweetness unabated Informed the hour had come With no remiss of triumph The autumn started home Her home to ...
One thing of it we borrow And promise to return -- The Booty and the Sorrow Its Sweetness to have ...
Of Death I try to think like this -- The Well in which they lay us Is but the Likeness ...
Did life's penurious length Italicize its sweetness, The men that daily live Would stand so deep in joy That it ...
They talked to me again today, they spoke in gentle tones and said the things I ought to hear then ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
The events of September 11th 2001 remain bitter sweet; as well as 2973 innocents confirmed dead (with their 19 terrorist ...
THIS little vault, this narrow room, Of Love and Beauty is the tomb; The dawning beam, that 'gan to clear ...
It is something to have wept as we have wept, It is something to have done as we have done, ...
HAIL, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills! Ever bubbling things, Thawing crystal, snowy hills! Still spending, never spent; I mean ...
The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Jesus! where'er Thy people meet, There they behold Thy mercy seat; Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, And every ...
She plucked a blossom fair to see; Upon my coat I let her pin it; And thus we stood beneath ...
up or down from the infinite C E N T E R B R I M M I N G ...
I was born in a drouth year. That summer my mother waited in the house, enclosed in the sun and ...
The longer we are together the larger death grows around us. How many we know by now who are dead! ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe, And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush Its ...
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