A Letter is a joy of Earth — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Letter is a joy of Earth -- It is denied the Gods -- (Emily Dickinson)
A Letter is a joy of Earth -- It is denied the Gods -- (Emily Dickinson)
'Tis not the swaying frame we miss, It is the steadfast Heart, That had it beat a thousand years, With ...
Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence -- is denied them. They fling their Speech By ...
My nosegays are for Captives -- Dim -- expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till Paradise. To such, if ...
I asked no other thing -- No other -- was denied -- I offered Being -- for it -- The ...
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
We came to find the place contained in legendary tracts, the hidden land of fulsome wealth that we had sorely ...
Captain AJ Shout, VC, MC, MID (& bar), who died at Gallipoli of wounds and was posthumously awarded the VC, ...
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
A few kind words, what can be bought with that? In essence just a clique of tidy prose, a verb, ...
Young Colin was as stout a boy As ever gave a maiden joy; But long in vain he told his ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
The Saviour hides His face; My spirit thirsts to prove Renew'd supplies of pardoning grace, And never-fading love. The favor'd ...
On the black night, beneath the winter moon, I clothed me in ...
On the black night, beneath the winter moon, I clothed me in ...
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects ...
Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see him when he came, but didn't ...
And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Cold in the earth-and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I ...
When she sleeps, her soul, I know, Goes a wanderer on the air, Wings where I may never go, Leaves ...
How can we find? how can we rest? how can We, being gods, win joy, or peace, being man? We, ...
Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light. Faint in the pale high solitudes, ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Henry in Ireland to Bill underground: Rest well, who worked so hard, who made a good sound constantly, for so ...
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