Apparently with no surprise (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Apparently with no surprise To any happy Flower The Frost beheads it at its play -- In accidental power -- ...
Apparently with no surprise To any happy Flower The Frost beheads it at its play -- In accidental power -- ...
Through the Dark Sod -- as Education -- The Lily passes sure -- Feels her white foot -- no trepidation ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
Just because we've torn their statues down, and cast them from their temples, doesn't for a moment mean the gods ...
One monotonous day is followed by another monotonous, identical day. The same things will happen, they will happen again -- ...
The line breaks and the guns go under, The lords and the lackeys ride the plain; I draw deep breaths ...
We shall not ask for the precious pearl of the Duke of Sui, nor for the priceless jade disk of ...
So early it's still almost dark out. I'm near the window with coffee, and the usual early morning stuff that ...
Among the taller wood with ivy hung, The old fox plays and dances round her young. She snuffs and barks ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den, And put ...
AS slowly wanders thy forsaken stream, Wenbeck! the mossy-scatter'd rocks among, In fancy's ear still making plaintive song To the ...
Let me take this other glove off As the vox humana swells, And the beauteous fields of Eden Bask beneath ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
The evening passes fast away, 'Tis almost time to rest; What thoughts has left the vanished day, What feelings, in ...
Indeed I live in the dark ages! A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens A hard heart. ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
The Grower of Trees, the gardener, the man born to farming, whose hands reach into the ground and sprout to ...
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account of everything, ...
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account of everything, ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Nature is a temple where the living pillars Let go sometimes a blurred speech- A Forest of symbols passes through ...
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
Beneath that loved and celebrated breast, silent, bored really blindly veined, grieves, maybe lives and lets live, passes bets, something ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
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