The stem of a departed Flower (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The stem of a departed Flower Has still a silent rank. The Bearer from an Emerald Court Of a Despatch ...
The stem of a departed Flower Has still a silent rank. The Bearer from an Emerald Court Of a Despatch ...
The joy that has no stem no core, Nor seed that we can sow, Is edible to longing. But ablative ...
Of Bronze -- and Blaze -- The North -- Tonight -- So adequate -- it forms -- So preconcerted with ...
Make me a picture of the sun -- So I can hang it in my room -- And make believe ...
Its little Ether Hood Doth sit upon its Head -- The millinery supple Of the sagacious God -- Till when ...
By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea -- with a Stem -- If the Bird and the ...
A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe -- And golden hang -- while farther up -- ...
And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning rose Early and sere, its ...
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -- It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the ...
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that ...
(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk, Poor faded flow'ret! on his careless way; Inhal'd awhile thy odours on ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
The Maple with its tassell flowers of green That turns to red, a stag horn shapèd seed Just spreading out ...
When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mirth, There is no measure upon earth. Nay, they wither, root and stem, If an end ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
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