I dreaded that first Robin, so (Emily Dickinson Poems)
348I dreaded that first Robin, so,But He is mastered, now,I'm accustomed to Him grown,He hurts a little, though-I thought If ...
348I dreaded that first Robin, so,But He is mastered, now,I'm accustomed to Him grown,He hurts a little, though-I thought If ...
It's all very well,Said the Bell,To be the big Organ below!But the folk come and go,Said the Bell,And you never ...
Jasmine blossoms round the arbour,Elder spreads along the air,Hollyhocks stand proudly tallestIn the fragrant thoroughfare.Pansies, like a 'broidered carpet,Through the ...
The hop-poles stand in cones, The icy pond lurks under,The pole-tops steeple to the thrones Of stars, sound gulfs of ...
They then to fountain-abundant Ida, mother of wild beasts,Came, and they first left ocean to fare ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
A COUNTRYMAN, one day, his calf had lost, And, seeking it, a neighbouring forest crossed; The tallest tree that in ...
I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I'm accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's table, ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
When will you learn, myself, to be a dying leaf on a living tree? Budding, swelling, growing strong, Wearing green, ...
Here, where precipitate Spring with one light bound Into hot Summer's lusty arms expires; And where go forth at morn, ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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