It will be Summer — eventually. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It will be Summer -- eventually. Ladies -- with parasols -- Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes -- And little Girls ...
It will be Summer -- eventually. Ladies -- with parasols -- Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes -- And little Girls ...
I'm saying every day "If I should be a Queen, tomorrow" -- I'd do this way -- And so I ...
I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl -- Life's little duties do -- precisely -- As the very ...
I had no Cause to be awake -- My Best -- was gone to sleep -- And Morn a new ...
I cannot dance upon my Toes -- No Man instructed me -- But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth ...
I am ashamed -- I hide -- What right have I -- to be a Bride -- So late a ...
He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast -- ...
Dropped into the Ether Acre -- Wearing the Sod Gown -- Bonnet of Everlasting Laces -- Brooch -- frozen on ...
Civilization -- spurns -- the Leopard! Was the Leopard -- bold? Deserts -- never rebuked her Satin -- Ethiop -- ...
But little Carmine hath her face -- Of Emerald scant -- her Gown -- Her Beauty -- is the love ...
A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis -- To meet an Antique Book -- In just the Dress his Century ...
A Burdock -- clawed my Gown -- Not Burdock's -- blame -- But mine -- Who went too near The ...
The Butterfly's Numidian Gown With spots of Burnish roasted on Is proof against the Sun Yet prone to shut its ...
No matter -- now -- Sweet -- But when I'm Earl -- Won't you wish you'd spoken To that dull ...
The morns are meeker than they were -- The nuts are getting brown -- The berry's cheek is plumper -- ...
I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I'm accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, ...
One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There's only one recorded, But both belong to ...
Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. ...
When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race begun to run; Round the earth and ocean blue, His children four ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to ...
Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the ...
The Barrister's Dream They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
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