I make His Crescent fill or lack — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I make His Crescent fill or lack -- His Nature is at Full Or Quarter -- as I signify -- ...
I make His Crescent fill or lack -- His Nature is at Full Or Quarter -- as I signify -- ...
He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast -- ...
Before you thought of Spring Except as a Surmise You see -- God bless his suddenness -- A Fellow in ...
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries Are forever lost to me ...
"Heaven" has different Signs -- to me -- Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place ...
Which is best? Heaven -- Or only Heaven to come With that old Codicil of Doubt? I cannot help esteem ...
The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man -- And like a Host -- "Come in" I boldly answered -- ...
Flowers -- Well -- if anybody Can the ecstasy define -- Half a transport -- half a trouble -- With ...
Between the form of Life and Life The difference is as big As Liquor at the Lip between And Liquor ...
The Soul's Superior instants Occur to Her -- alone -- When friend -- and Earth's occasion Have infinite withdrawn -- ...
I dwell in Possibility -- A fairer House than Prose -- More numerous of Windows -- Superior -- for Doors ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
1 To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings, 2 Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun, 3 For my mean ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
WHY, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat'ry haunt forsake? Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
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