How happy I was if I could forget (Emily Dickinson Poem)
How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But ...
How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But ...
Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between. To fail within ...
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day That arise and set about Us -- Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation ...
Did We abolish Frost The Summer would not cease -- If Seasons perish or prevail Is optional with Us -- ...
Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- I was used -- to the Birds -- before ...
Be Mine the Doom -- Sufficient Fame -- To perish in Her Hand! (Emily Dickinson)
Like eyes that looked on Wastes -- Incredulous of Ought But Blank -- and steady Wilderness -- Diversified by Night ...
It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness -- I'm so accustomed to my Fate -- Perhaps the Other -- Peace ...
He who in Himself believes -- Fraud cannot presume -- Faith is Constancy's Result -- And assumes -- from Home ...
From Blank to Blank -- A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet -- To stop -- or perish -- or ...
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony Toyed ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
In the city set upon slime and loam They cry in their parliament 'Who goes home?' And there comes no ...
It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Grace, triumphant in the throne, Scorns a rival, reigns alone; Come and bow beneath her sway; Cast your idol works ...
Obscurest night involv'd the sky, Th' Atlantic billows roar'd, When such a destin'd wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on ...
To Kathleen- Nor I can give, nor you can take; endures The simple truth of me that is yours. Is ...
To Kathleen- Nor I can give, nor you can take; endures The simple truth of me that is yours. Is ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance ...
EVENING, as slow thy placid shades descend, Veiling with gentlest hush the landscape still, The lonely battlement, and farthest hill ...
Ophelia claims we're dead and gives me back all my Frank Zappa and the Mothers albums. I nearly claw out ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
In your hidden memories There are fatal tidings of doom... A curse on sacred traditions, A desecration of happiness; And ...
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
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