Our little Kinsmen — after Rain (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon. ...
Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon. ...
His Bill an Auger is His Head, a Cap and Frill He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost ...
Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb -- Or Dome of Worm -- Or Porch of Gnome -- Or some ...
Bloom -- is Result -- to meet a Flower And casually glance Would scarcely cause one to suspect The minor ...
So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise -- Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes. So ...
In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm -- Pink, lank and warm -- But as he was ...
And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning rose Early and sere, its ...
"Arcturus" is his other name -- I'd rather call him "Star." It's very mean of Science To go and interfere! ...
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth ...
I cannot let the moment pass without a weary greeting, or retard the recent past where shadows still are fleeting, ...
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
Some say that Guy of Warwick The man that killed the Cow, And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the ...
Grace, triumphant in the throne, Scorns a rival, reigns alone; Come and bow beneath her sway; Cast your idol works ...
I was a grovelling creature once, And basely cleaved to earth: I wanted spirit to renounce The clod that gave ...
When darkness long has veil'd my mind, And smiling day once more appears, Then, my Redeemer, then I find The ...
(Judges, vi.25) Jesus! whose blood so freely stream'd To satisfy the law's demand; By Thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd, ...
The Saviour hides His face; My spirit thirsts to prove Renew'd supplies of pardoning grace, And never-fading love. The favor'd ...
Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
O stay, harmonious and sweet sounds, that die In the long vaultings of this ancient fane! Stay, for I may ...
The sort of girl I like to see Smiles down from her great height at me. She stands in strong, ...
It was a little budding rose, Round like a fairy globe, And shyly did its leaves unclose Hid in their ...
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy ...
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue ...
Autumn moonlight-- a worm digs silently into the chestnut. (Matsuo Basho)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
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