Whoever disenchants (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Whoever disenchants A single Human soul By failure of irreverence Is guilty of the whole. As guileless as a Bird ...
Whoever disenchants A single Human soul By failure of irreverence Is guilty of the whole. As guileless as a Bird ...
Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstance -- 'Tis well the name ...
Where every bird is bold to go And bees abashless play, The foreigner before he knocks Must thrust the tears ...
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer -- What care the Dead for Day? 'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face ...
Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird And crossed a thousand Trees Before a Fence without a Fare His Fantasy did ...
Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle's Cellar Under the Clover's Root, Further ...
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain -- Twice a Winter's silver Fracture On the Rivers been ...
To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing -- Or only a divine. It is not of the ...
This Bauble was preferred of Bees -- By Butterflies admired At Heavenly -- Hopeless Distances -- Was justified of Bird ...
They shut me up in Prose -- As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet -- Because ...
The Wind took up the Northern Things And piled them in the south -- Then gave the East unto the ...
The Winters are so short -- I'm hardly justified In sending all the Birds away -- And moving into Pod ...
The Way to know the Bobolink From every other Bird Precisely as the Joy of him -- Obliged to be ...
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying ...
The Skies can't keep their secret! They tell it to the Hills -- The Hills just tell the Orchards -- ...
The Notice that is called the Spring Is but a month from here -- Put up my Heart thy Hoary ...
The Morning after Woe -- 'Tis frequently the Way -- Surpasses all that rose before -- For utter Jubilee -- ...
The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals -- The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize The ...
The Day came slow -- till Five o'clock -- Then sprang before the Hills Like Hindered Rubies -- or the ...
The Bobolink is gone -- The Rowdy of the Meadow -- And no one swaggers now but me -- The ...
She sights a Bird -- she chuckles -- She flattens -- then she crawls -- She runs without the look ...
Quite empty, quite at rest, The Robin locks her Nest, and tries her Wings. She does not know a Route ...
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird -- reach it! Curve by Curve -- Sweep by Sweep -- ...
One Joy of so much anguish Sweet nature has for me I shun it as I do Despair Or dear ...
One of the ones that Midas touched Who failed to touch us all Was that confiding Prodigal The reeling Oriole ...
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot -- An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the ...
On this long storm the Rainbow rose -- On this late Morn -- the Sun -- The clouds -- like ...
Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens -- ...
Of Brussels -- it was not -- Of Kidderminster? Nay -- The Winds did buy it of the Woods -- ...
Not knowing when the Dawn will come, I open every Door, Or has it Feathers, like a Bird, Or Billows, ...
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