‘Twas just this time, last year, I died. (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the ...
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the ...
A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides -- You may have met Him -- did you not His notice ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Song (Act II, Scene I, lines 65-80) A sunny shaft did I behold, From sky to earth it slanted : ...
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
And then the day came When I heard the extraordinary lines in Keats, The evocation of Ruth "when, sick for ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
Omaha, Nebraska They do not sleep nights but stand between rows of glowing corn and cabbages grown on acres past ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
The Grower of Trees, the gardener, the man born to farming, whose hands reach into the ground and sprout to ...
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
IN simmer, when the hay was mawn, And corn wav'd green in ilka field, While claver blooms white o'er the ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
NOW spring has clad the grove in green, And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen ...
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...
WHERE Cart rins rowin' to the sea, By mony a flower and spreading tree, There lives a lad, the lad ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice, And the rich summer's welcome loss I hear In the sickle's serpentine hiss Cutting ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
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