Before the ice is in the pools (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Before the ice is in the pools -- Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by ...
Before the ice is in the pools -- Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by ...
Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not -- Too slender ...
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; ...
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
Praise the good-tempered summer and the red cardinal that jumps like a hot coal off the track. Praise the heavy ...
Some say that Guy of Warwick The man that killed the Cow, And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the ...
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
I'll tell thee everything I can: There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
'Haddock's Eyes' or 'The Aged Aged Man' or 'Ways and Means' or 'A-Sitting On A Gate' I'll tell thee everything ...
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
I'll tell thee everything I can; There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
I am standing on a disused iron bridge that was erected in 1902, according to the iron plaque bolted into ...
You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
Whenas-(I love that "whenas" word- It shows I am a poet, too,) Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred The welkin with ...
Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: "What can we tax that is not paying? We're taxing every blessed thing- Here's ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it's true. I'm 31 and my nose is growing old. ...
First snow falling on the half-finished bridge. (Matsuo Basho)
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
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