A still – Volcan (Emily Dickinson Poems)
601A still - Volcano - Life -That flickered in the night -When it was dark enough to doWithout erasing sight ...
601A still - Volcano - Life -That flickered in the night -When it was dark enough to doWithout erasing sight ...
719A South Wind - has a pathosOf individual Voice -As One detect on LandingsAn Emigrant's address.A Hint of Ports and ...
Dear Bessie, would my tired rhyme Had force to rise from apathy, And shaking off its lethargy Ring word-tones like ...
Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand, As epitaph: He chucked up everything And just cleared off, And always the voice will sound ...
Be the mistress of my choice, Clean in manners, clear in voice; Be she witty, more than wise, Pure enough, ...
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
I AM always inclined to suspect The best story under the sun As soon as by chance I detect That ...
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
Only God -- detect the Sorrow -- Only God -- The Jehovahs -- are no Babblers -- Unto God -- ...
Because that you are going And never coming back And I, however absolute, May overlook your Track -- Because that ...
A South Wind -- has a pathos Of individual Voice -- As One detect on Landings An Emigrant's address. A ...
A still -- Volcano -- Life -- That flickered in the night -- When it was dark enough to do ...
How Human Nature dotes On what it can't detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct -- ...
What we, when face to face we see The Father of our souls, shall be, John tells us, doth not ...
It is not sweet content, be sure, That moves the nobler Muse to song, Yet when could truth come whole ...
Whom should I choose for my Judge? the earnest, impersonal reader, Who, in the work, forgets me and the world ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I was a Poet! But I did not know it, Neither did my Mother, Nor my Sister nor my Brother. ...
When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, In slender Book his vast Design unfold, Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree, ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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