God gave a Loaf to every Bird — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
God gave a Loaf to every Bird -- But just a Crumb -- to Me -- I dare not eat ...
God gave a Loaf to every Bird -- But just a Crumb -- to Me -- I dare not eat ...
Do I really love you? So let me guess, you'll think I'm easy prey if I say, okay I do ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old Arm-chair ? ...
THINK not, 'cause men flattering say You're fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as is the morning star, That ...
The line breaks and the guns go under, The lords and the lackeys ride the plain; I draw deep breaths ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his ...
Inscribed to a Dear Child: In Memory of Golden Summer Hours And Whispers of a Summer Sea Girt with a ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Sweet Love and I had oft communed; We were, indeed, great friends, And oft I sought his office, near Where ...
When first we met she seemed so white I feared her; As one might near a spirit bright I neared ...
I mourn with thee and yet rejoice That thou shouldst sorrow so; With Angel choirs I join my voice To ...
IF thou be in a lonely place, If one hour's calm be thine, As Evening bends her placid face O'er ...
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
Speak of the North! A lonely moor Silent and dark and tractless swells, The waves of some wild streamlet pour ...
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Matron! the children of whose love, Each to his grave, in youth have passed, And now the mould is heaped ...
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