The Magic Cup (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
I fish for words to say what I fish for, half-catch sometimes. I have caught little pan fish flashing sunlight ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid -- This Morning's finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -- (Emily Dickinson)
Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him -- The Grave is ...
The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As "Branch," and "Jugular." We ...
The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady's name In Silver Chronicle. (Emily Dickinson)
The Martyr Poets -- did not tell -- But wrought their Pang in syllable -- That when their mortal name ...
The Future -- never spoke -- Nor will He -- like the Dumb -- Reveal by sign -- a syllable ...
Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said That syllable ...
Step lightly on this narrow spot -- The broadest Land that grows Is not so ample as the Breast These ...
How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand, Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the ...
Grief is a Mouse -- And chooses Wainscot in the Breast For His Shy House -- And baffles quest -- ...
Give little Anguish -- Lives will fret -- Give Avalanches -- And they'll slant -- Straighten -- look cautious for ...
For this -- accepted Breath -- Through it -- compete with Death -- The fellow cannot touch this Crown -- ...
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable 'Twould crumble with the weight. (Emily Dickinson)
I could suffice for Him, I knew -- He -- could suffice for Me -- Yet Hesitating Fractions -- Both ...
Love's stricken "why" Is all that love can speak -- Built of but just a syllable The hugest hearts that ...
The Brain -- is wider than the Sky -- For -- put them side by side -- The one the ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
Trochee trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks, strong foot!, yet ill ...
It could be the name of a prehistoric beast that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up on its hind legs ...
Let me introduce to you my poetry: it's an island flying from book to book searching for the page where ...
What we are? We say we want to become what we are or what we have an intent to be. ...
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Free of memory and of hope, limitless, abstract, almost future, the dead man is not a dead man: he is ...
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