Severer Service of myself (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Severer Service of myself I -- hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind -- ...
Severer Service of myself I -- hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind -- ...
Ah blame me not, Catcott, if from the right way My notions and actions run far. How can my ideas ...
This is the feast of heavenly wine, And God invites to sup; The juices of the living Vine Were press'd ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
"How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits Honour or wealth with all his worth and pains! It sounds like ...
Last, the youngest son was taken: Very rough and thick his hair was, Very round and red his face was, ...
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 ...
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory! The oppressed ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky; Where is the man can ...
Whene'er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret? For months you may try, yet, ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
And therefore if to love can be desert, I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale As these you see, ...
at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity. some understanding and, at times, acts of courage but all in all ...
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