I stole them from a Bee (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I stole them from a Bee -- Because -- Thee -- Sweet plea -- He pardoned me! (Emily Dickinson)
I stole them from a Bee -- Because -- Thee -- Sweet plea -- He pardoned me! (Emily Dickinson)
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
My thoughts are like the boots randomly arrayed in the rack outside the window, some in pairs neatly stacked, comfortably ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The wind blew out from Bergen, from the dawning to the day There was a wreck of trees, a fall ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
(Exodus, xv.26) Heal us, Emmanuel! here we are, Waiting to feel Thy touch: Deep-wounded souls to Thee repair And, Saviour, ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman Once in my childhood I watched mesmerized a magician magic everything away from before my eyes and ...
Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet, Promised methought long days of bliss sincere! Soothing it stole on my ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
Cupid on a summer day, Wearied by unceasing play, In a rose heart sleeping lay, While, to guard the tricksy ...
(John of the Cross) In a dark night, when the light burning was the burning of love (fortuitous night, fated, ...
Ferdinand was systematic when he drove his daughter mad. With a Casanova's careful art, he moved slowly, stole only one ...
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Come hither, child--who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well? How darest thou rouse up thoughts in ...
It was a little budding rose, Round like a fairy globe, And shyly did its leaves unclose Hid in their ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
So light we were, so right we were, so fair faith shone, And the way was laid so certainly, that, ...
From the candles and dumb shadows, And the house where love had died, I stole to the vast moonlight And ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
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