Why — do they shut Me out of Heaven? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven? Did I sing -- too loud? But -- I can say ...
Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven? Did I sing -- too loud? But -- I can say ...
Going to Heaven! I don't know when -- Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I'm too astonished To think ...
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
To the tune "Red Lips" Tired of swinging indolent I rise with a slender hand put right my hair the ...
To the tune of "Song of Peace" Year by year, in the snow, I have often gathered plum flowers, intoxicated ...
Warm rain and soft breeze by turns Have just broken And driven away the chill. Moist as the pussy willows, ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
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 ...
Honor and happiness unite To make the Christian's name a praise; How fair the scene, how clear the light, That ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
She's gone -- and twice the summer's sun Has gilt Regina's towers, And melted wild Angora's snows, And warmed Exina's ...
Sense with keenest edge unusèd, Yet unsteel'd by scathing fire; Lovely feet as yet unbruisèd On the ways of dark ...
I know 'tis but a loom of land, Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice, I know I ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
It was a little budding rose, Round like a fairy globe, And shyly did its leaves unclose Hid in their ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
From the candles and dumb shadows, And the house where love had died, I stole to the vast moonlight And ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
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