The Fingers of the Light (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With "I am great and cannot wait So therefore let ...
The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With "I am great and cannot wait So therefore let ...
So the Eyes accost -- and sunder In an Audience -- Stamped -- occasionally -- forever -- So may Countenance ...
Its Hour with itself The Spirit never shows. What Terror would enthrall the Street Could Countenance disclose The Subterranean Freight ...
How know it from a Summer's Day? Its Fervors are as firm -- And nothing in the Countenance But scintillates ...
Her spirit rose to such a height Her countenance it did inflate Like one that fed on awe. More prudent ...
Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature -- Gravitates within -- Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it -- Bit it ...
Bloom upon the Mountain -- stated -- Blameless of a Name -- Efflorescence of a Sunset -- Reproduced -- the ...
As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result -- Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect -- If when ...
The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man -- And like a Host -- "Come in" I boldly answered -- ...
She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn Upon a ...
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
He cut his hand and it bled, the flesh inside was red and the hurt discounted the flood of red ...
Ah, the aromas of that conversation, the brimming, cappuccino smile swirled in chocolate rich and cinnamoned, the gentle coffee curlicues ...
With words, with countenance, and with manners I shall build an excellent panoply; and in this way I shall face ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
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 ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men-- For skimming in the ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
We shall not always plant while others reap The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance, abject and mute, ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Saint Peter stood, at Heaven's gate, All souls claims to adjudicate Saying to some souls, "Enter in!" "Go to Hell," ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
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