A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig And thought it very nice I think, because his empty Plate Was handed ...
A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig And thought it very nice I think, because his empty Plate Was handed ...
A Cap of Lead across the sky Was tight and surly drawn We could not find the mighty Face The ...
She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand -- Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The ...
Through lane it lay -- through bramble -- Through clearing and through wood -- Banditti often passed us Upon the ...
On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its ...
She died -- this was the way she died. And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
In a still room at hush of dawn, My Love and I lay side by side And heard the roaming ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The successful man has thrust himself Through the water of the years, Reeking wet with mistakes -- Bloody mistakes; Slimed ...
Next the Son, the Stunning-Cantab: He suggested curves of beauty, Curves pervading all his figure, Which the eye might follow ...
FROM his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
The Vanishing They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman Once on an evening in a desolate place far from the madding crowds eternal strife I stood ...
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
By your unnumbered charities A miracle disclose, Lord of the Images, whose love The eyelids and the rose Takes for ...
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
Darling, you think it's love, it's just a midnight journey. Best are the dales and rivers removed by force, as ...
I said fate plays a game without a score, and who needs fish if you've got caviar? The triumph of ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost ...
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
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