All things swept sole away (Emily Dickinson Poem)
All things swept sole away This -- is immensity -- (Emily Dickinson)
All things swept sole away This -- is immensity -- (Emily Dickinson)
Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it -- now -- Make haste -- the Scruple! ...
Like Rain it sounded till it curved And then I new 'twas Wind -- It walked as wet as any ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
"Alexander son of Philip, and the Greeks except the Lacedaemonians--" We can very well imagine that they were utterly indifferent ...
Hadst thou a genius on thy peak, What tales, white-headed Ben, Could'st thou of ancient ages speak, That mock th' ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
How many million galaxies there are Who knows? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
How many million galaxies there are Who knows? and each has countless stars in it, And each rolls through eternities ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
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I wonder how it all got started, this business about seeing your life flash before your eyes while you drown, ...
She scrawled soft words in soap: "Never Forget," Dove-white on her car's window, and the wren, because her heart is ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
the people are very small and shrink, dwarves on the way to netsuke hell bound for a flea circus in ...
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 ...
All night the ways of Heaven were desolate, Long roads across a gleaming empty sky. Outcast and doomed and driven, ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk, The tiresome noises, all the common things I loved once, crushed ...
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
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