Summer for thee, grant I may be (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole -- ...
Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole -- ...
I lost a World -- the other day! Has Anybody found? You'll know it by the Row of Stars Around ...
Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit ...
One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I -- for it -- would pay -- My Soul's entire income -- ...
The Alexandrians were gathered to see Cleopatra's children, Caesarion, and his little brothers, Alexander and Ptolemy, whom for the first ...
The days of our future stand in front of us like a row of little lit candles -- golden, warm, ...
To the tune of "Like a Dream" I always remember the sunset over the pavilion by the river, so tipsy ...
To the tune of "Wu Ling Spring" Wind ceased, the dust is scented with the fallen flowers. Though day is ...
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Three little birds in a row Sat musing. A man passed near that place. Then did the little birds nudge ...
"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
What scene would I want to be enveloped in more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen table, ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman When the world itself looked exhausted, revolving round the sun; when a bumble-bee sounded tired of humming ...
It does not matter in what language one writes. All language is foreign, incomprehensible. Every word, as soon as pronounced, ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead ...
The Grower of Trees, the gardener, the man born to farming, whose hands reach into the ground and sprout to ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Who played with a Dangerous Toy, and suffered a Catastrophe of considerable Dimensions When George's Grandmamma was told That George ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
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