Not all die early, dying young — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Not all die early, dying young -- Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night -- A ...
Not all die early, dying young -- Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night -- A ...
Experiment to me Is every one I meet If it contain a Kernel? The Figure of a Nut Presents upon ...
Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live As I, who ...
'Tis good -- the looking back on Grief -- To re-endure a Day -- We thought the Mighty Funeral -- ...
Marking time in pencil strokes across a virgin page and waiting for coincidence of heart-beat and second-hand, keying to the ...
What's in a song John (or is it 'Knuckles'), what's in a song about an unemployed, suicidal bum, caught in ...
I have almost been reduced to a homeless pauper. This fatal city, Antioch, has consumed all my money; this fatal ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
O God, in the dream the terrible horse began To paw at the air, and make for me with his ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
May-, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither ...
The seraph sings before the manifest God-One, and in the burning of the Seven, And with the full life of ...
THE seraph sings before the manifest God-One, and in the burning of the Seven, And with the full life of ...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I ...
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