The Lady feeds Her little Bird (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals -- The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize The ...
The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals -- The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize The ...
The Lamp burns sure -- within -- Tho' Serfs -- supply the Oil -- It matters not the busy Wick ...
The Lassitudes of Contemplation Beget a force They are the spirit's still vacation That him refresh -- The Dreams consolidate ...
The last of Summer is Delight -- Deterred by Retrospect. 'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review -- Enchantment's Syndicate. To meet it ...
The Judge is like the Owl -- I've heard my Father tell -- And Owls do build in Oaks -- ...
The Infinite a sudden Guest Has been assumed to be -- But how can that stupendous come Which never went ...
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul -- It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole -- ...
The Jay his Castanet has struck Put on your muff for Winter The Tippet that ignores his voice Is impudent ...
The joy that has no stem no core, Nor seed that we can sow, Is edible to longing. But ablative ...
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day's Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School. (Emily ...
The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low -- Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow ...
The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories -- although Himself had not complained. Biography ...
The immortality she gave We borrowed at her Grave -- For just one Plaudit famishing, The Might of Human love ...
The incidents of love Are more than its Events -- Investment's best Expositor Is the minute Per Cents -- (Emily ...
The Heart has many Doors -- I can but knock -- For any sweet "Come in" Impelled to hark -- ...
The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty -- unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony Till Hurricane ...
The Heart is the Capital of the Mind -- The Mind is a single State -- The Heart and the ...
The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer's Day -- ...
The Hills erect their Purple Heads The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A ...
The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost -- The Summit is not given To ...
The harm of Years is on him -- The infamy of Time -- Depose him like a Fashion And give ...
The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate Of minted Holiness. (Emily Dickinson)
The Grace -- Myself -- might not obtain -- Confer upon My flower -- Refracted but a Countenance -- For ...
The grave my little cottage is, Where "Keeping house" for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble ...
The Frost of Death was on the Pane -- "Secure your Flower" said he. Like Sailors fighting with a Leak ...
The Frost was never seen -- If met, too rapid passed, Or in too unsubstantial Team -- The Flowers notice ...
The Future -- never spoke -- Nor will He -- like the Dumb -- Reveal by sign -- a syllable ...
The Gentian has a parched Corolla -- Like azure dried 'Tis Nature's buoyant juices Beatified -- Without a vaunt or ...
The gleam of an heroic Act Such strange illumination The Possible's slow fuse is lit By the Imagination. (Emily Dickinson)
The Fact that Earth is Heaven -- Whether Heaven is Heaven or not If not an Affidavit Of that specific ...
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