I like to see it lap the Miles — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I like to see it lap the Miles -- And lick the Valleys up -- And stop to feed itself ...
I like to see it lap the Miles -- And lick the Valleys up -- And stop to feed itself ...
And all at length are gathered in. --LOUISE BOGAN By the time I came around to feeling pain and woke ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born, It was night, trees were crowding On all sides ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending, Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars, Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending, Earth ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, ...
OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave-- ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
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