These are the Nights that Beetles love — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
These are the Nights that Beetles love -- From Eminence remote Drives ponderous perpendicular His figure intimate The terror of ...
These are the Nights that Beetles love -- From Eminence remote Drives ponderous perpendicular His figure intimate The terror of ...
The Birds reported from the South -- A News express to Me -- A spicy Charge, My little Posts -- ...
Than Heaven more remote, For Heaven is the root, But these the flitted seed. More flown indeed Than ones that ...
Nature affects to be sedate Upon occasion, grand But let our observation shut Her practices extend To Necromancy and the ...
Just Once! Oh least Request! Could Adamant refuse So small a Grace So scanty put, Such agonizing terms? Would not ...
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child -- Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild -- But ...
Had I presumed to hope -- The loss had been to Me A Value -- for the Greatness' Sake -- ...
The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar ...
The Soul's Superior instants Occur to Her -- alone -- When friend -- and Earth's occasion Have infinite withdrawn -- ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race begun to run; Round the earth and ocean blue, His children four ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile, Spreads its curious opinion To ...
All afternoon I have been struggling to communicate in Italian with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun to resemble the ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
Eternal Power, of earth and air! Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in ...
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure; You may be grateful for the gift divine -- That grace unsought, which ...
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure, You may be grateful for the gift divine, That grace unsought which made ...
Eternal power of earth and air, Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in ...
Halls grew darker and somehow faded. Grates of windows drowned in black. Every knight, every beautiful lady Knew the tiding: ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
WHEN Jessie comes with her soft breast, And yields the golden keys, Then is it as if God caress'd Twin ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
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