The Token (John Donne Poem)
Send me some token, that my hope may live, Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest; Send me ...
Send me some token, that my hope may live, Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest; Send me ...
Within that little Hive Such Hints of Honey lay As made Reality a Dream And Dreams, Reality -- (Emily Dickinson)
There is an arid Pleasure -- As different from Joy -- As Frost is different from Dew -- Like element ...
There is a flower that Bees prefer -- And Butterflies -- desire -- To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming ...
The pedigree of Honey Does not concern the Bee, Nor lineage of Ecstasy Delay the Butterfly On spangle journeys to ...
Least Bee that brew -- A Honey's Weight Content Her smallest fraction help The Amber Quantity -- (Emily Dickinson)
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed -- She bore Life's empty Pack As gallantly as if the East Were swinging ...
He is alive, this morning -- He is alive -- and awake -- Birds are resuming for Him -- Blossoms ...
The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized -- The Heaven we chase, Like the June Bee -- before the School Boy, ...
Oh, honey of an hour, I never knew thy power, Prohibit me Till my minutest dower, My unfrequented flower, Deserving ...
I hadn't had the 'flu in ages, avoided all those awful places fraught of gritty eyes and splitting heads, patrons ...
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
When the black herds of the rain were grazing, In the gap of the pure cold wind And the watery ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
God gives his mercies to be spent; Your hoard will do your soul no good. Gold is a blessing only ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair- The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing- And Winter slumbering ...
A short direction To avoid dejection, By variations In occupations, And prolongation Of relaxation, And combinations Of recreations, And disputation ...
What is song's eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises ...
This is not bad -- ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft ...
I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the Belgian nuns gave me for ...
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Cupid on a summer day, Wearied by unceasing play, In a rose heart sleeping lay, While, to guard the tricksy ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
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