Three times-we parted-Breat (Emily Dickinson Poems)
598Three times-we parted-Breath-and I-Three times-He would not go-But strove to stir the lifeless FanThe Waters-strove to stay.Three Times-the Billows tossed ...
598Three times-we parted-Breath-and I-Three times-He would not go-But strove to stir the lifeless FanThe Waters-strove to stay.Three Times-the Billows tossed ...
I hold you at last in my hand,Exquisite child of the air.Can I ever understandHow you grew to be so ...
970Color - Caste - Denomination -These - are Time's Affair -Death's diviner ClassifyingDoes not know they are -As in sleep ...
The sea was mist-enwreathed at morn, A void unspeakably forlorn; Yet from the seeming barren gloom Beauty, the dream ...
Since that first morning when I crawled into the world, a naked grubby thing, and found the world unkind, my ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
crisis has a fact to get straight it needn't be the end of the world beginnings too are coated with ...
On new wings flying out of the chrysalis of the world changed by the love of Christ utterly reborn Not ...
The world, our story the telling of creation not something just happened part of a plan, ordered methodical, created in ...
What would be said, if we were to close; who would know, who would care? What is our niche, our ...
Down by the dirt at the base of the white pine clutched close, holding the gnarled, wrinkled elephant skin a ...
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- Three times -- He would not go -- But ...
Color -- Caste -- Denomination -- These -- are Time's Affair -- Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are ...
Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Architects plant their imagination, weld their poems on rock, Clamp them to the skidding rim of the world and anchor ...
I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth's embrace ...
I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth's embrace ...
To-day, this insect, and the world I breathe, Now that my symbols have outelbowed space, Time at the city spectacles, ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
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