Safe in their alabaster chambers, (Emily Dickinson Poems)
Safe in their alabaster chambers,Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,Rafter of satin, and ...
Safe in their alabaster chambers,Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,Rafter of satin, and ...
Some Rainbow-coming from the Fair!Some Vision of the World Cashmere-I confidently see!Or else a Peacock's purple TrainFeather by feather-on the ...
592What care the Dead, for Chanticleer-What care the Dead for Day?'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face-And Purple Ribaldry-of MorningPour ...
22All these my banners be.I sow my pageantryIn May -It rises train by train -Then sleeps in state again -My ...
A clock stopped — not the mantel's Geneva's farthest skillCan't put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still.An awe ...
759He fought like those Who've nought to lose-Bestowed Himself to BallsAs One who for a further LifeHad not a further ...
To fight aloud, is very brave-But gallanter, I knowWho charge within the bosomThe Cavalry of Woe-Who win, and nations do ...
36 Snow flakes.I counted till they danced soTheir slippers leaped the town,And then I took a ...
New feet within my garden go-New fingers stir the sod-A Troubadour upon the ElmBetrays the solitude.New children play upon the ...
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,A travelling flake of snowAcross a barn or through a rutDebates if it ...
96Sexton! My Master's sleeping here.Pray lead me to his bed!I came to build the Bird's nest,And sow the Early seed-That ...
135Water, is taught by thirst.Land—by the Oceans passed.Transport—by throe—Peace—by its battles told—Love, by Memorial Mold—Birds, by the Snow.(Emily Dickinson)
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer -- What care the Dead for Day? 'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face ...
Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words That ...
To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere -- And even when the Snow ...
The Skies can't keep their secret! They tell it to the Hills -- The Hills just tell the Orchards -- ...
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune -- Because I grow -- where Robins do -- But, were I Cuckoo born ...
The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low -- Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow ...
The Angle of a Landscape -- That every time I wake -- Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ...
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart -- That knows -- and does not know -- And tosses like a Fleet of ...
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair! Some Vision of the World Cashmere -- I confidently see! Or else a ...
Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Winter I admonish Thee Blanket Wealthier ...
Of whom so dear The name to hear Illumines with a Glow As intimate -- as fugitive As Sunset on ...
New feet within my garden go -- New fingers stir the sod -- A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the ...
No Brigadier throughout the Year So civic as the Jay -- A Neighbor and a Warrior too With shrill felicity ...
Like Brooms of Steel The Snow and Wind Had swept the Winter Street -- The House was hooked The Sun ...
I think the Hemlock likes to stand Upon a Marge of Snow -- It suits his own Austerity -- And ...
I did not reach Thee But my feet slip nearer every day Three Rivers and a Hill to cross One ...
I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer -- Magnitude Reverses Modesty And I cannot be ...
I cannot dance upon my Toes -- No Man instructed me -- But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth ...
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