Two butterflies went out at Noon — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Two butterflies went out at Noon -- And waltzed upon a Farm -- Then stepped straight through the Firmament And ...
Two butterflies went out at Noon -- And waltzed upon a Farm -- Then stepped straight through the Firmament And ...
No matter -- now -- Sweet -- But when I'm Earl -- Won't you wish you'd spoken To that dull ...
Travelling on the thumb, it wasn't hard to do, you took the rides that you could get with no regrets ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
In the golden bull that Alexios Comnenos issued to prominently honor his mother, the very sagacious Lady Anna Dalassené- distinguished ...
I cannot count the pebbles in the brook. Well hath He spoken: "Swear not by thy head. Thou knowest not ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
(Isaiah, ix. 15-20) Hear what God the Lord hath spoken, "O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
"To Lionel Engers-Kennedy: to the memory of Hargrave Jennings: and to A. C. W. G. and H. E. H." Beneath ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
"To Lionel Engers-Kennedy: to the memory of Hargrave Jennings: and to A. C. W. G. and H. E. H." Beneath ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
The Barrister's Dream They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window ...
...and when "the future" is uttered, swarms of mice rush out of the Russian language and gnaw a piece of ...
I know 'tis but a loom of land, Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice, I know I ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught A feeling strange or new; Thou hast but roused a latent thought, ...
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