She staked her Feathers — Gained an Arc — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
She staked her Feathers -- Gained an Arc -- Debated -- Rose again -- This time -- beyond the estimate ...
She staked her Feathers -- Gained an Arc -- Debated -- Rose again -- This time -- beyond the estimate ...
Not probable -- The barest Chance -- A smile too few -- a word too much And far from Heaven ...
A prompt -- executive Bird is the Jay -- Bold as a Bailiff's Hymn -- Brittle and Brief in quality ...
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he ...
Stop, stop and listen for the bough top Is whistling and the sun is brighter Than God's own shadow in ...
A Book of verses underneath the bough, Provided that the verses do not scan, A loaf of bread, a jug ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel! How many Bards in city garret pent, While at their window they with downward eye ...
Why do you strive for greatness, fool? Go pluck a bough and wear it. It is as sufficing. My Lord, ...
All through an empty place I go, And find her not in any room; The candles and the lamps I ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
What is song's eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
Since I noo mwore do zee your feace, Up steairs or down below, I'll zit me in the lwonesome pleace, ...
So old is the wood, so old, Old as Fear. Wrinkled roots; great stems; hushed leaves; No sound near. Shadows ...
Since I noo mwore do zee your feace, Up steairs or down below, I'll zit me in the lwonesome pleace, ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
I bended unto me a bough of May, That I might see and smell: It bore it in a sort ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
In summer's mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat ...
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer, Scuds through the woods and fern with hark'ning ear, Perplext, in every ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
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