Not probable — The barest Chance (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Not probable -- The barest Chance -- A smile too few -- a word too much And far from Heaven ...
Not probable -- The barest Chance -- A smile too few -- a word too much And far from Heaven ...
My first well Day -- since many ill -- I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my ...
Luck is not chance -- It's Toil -- Fortune's expensive smile Is earned -- The Father of the Mine Is ...
I play at Riches -- to appease The Clamoring for Gold -- It kept me from a Thief, I think, ...
A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe -- And golden hang -- while farther up -- ...
God gave a Loaf to every Bird -- But just a Crumb -- to Me -- I dare not eat ...
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
We talked with family last night, not mine or yours specifically but ours, the ones we love familiarly. When little ...
Gnashing teeth, a grinding meet of molars crashing cuspid on cuspid and the fracture of a piece, of pressure not ...
Were meetings predestined then ours was intended, great oracles decreed it as fate, and the auguries chattered with sweet benefactors ...
Even from afar came shouts of recognition joyful voices rang across the years disdained and faces of our childhood unforgot ...
Were meetings destined then this was one to take a leading place, the oracle decreed it fate in a matrix ...
At the back of the noisy café bent over a table sits an old man; a newspaper in front of ...
SO grieves th' adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, ...
There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
As I was walking I came upon chance walking the same road upon. As I sat down by chance to ...
The trees in the garden rained flowers. Children ran there joyously. They gathered the flowers Each to himself. Now there ...
The Baker's Tale They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice-- They roused him with mustard and cress-- They ...
She's all my fancy painted him (I make no idle boast); If he or you had lost a limb, Which ...
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 ...
I'll tell thee everything I can; There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
IF chance some pensive stranger, hither led, His bosom glowing from majestic views, The gorgeous dome, or the proud landscape's ...
The sea runs back against itself With scarcely time for breaking wave To cannonade a slatey shelf And thunder under ...
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Halls grew darker and somehow faded. Grates of windows drowned in black. Every knight, every beautiful lady Knew the tiding: ...
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