Come show thy Durham Breast (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Come show thy Durham Breast To her who loves thee best, Delicious Robin -- And if it be not me ...
Come show thy Durham Breast To her who loves thee best, Delicious Robin -- And if it be not me ...
Besides this May We know There is Another -- How fair Our Speculations of the Foreigner! Some know Him whom ...
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is disrespectful now To venerable Birds Whose Corporation ...
A Saucer holds a Cup In sordid human Life But in a Squirrel's estimate A Saucer hold a Loaf. A ...
A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature's Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale. Nature is ...
A Murmur in the Trees -- to note -- Not loud enough -- for Wind -- A Star -- not ...
"Nature" is what we see -- The Hill -- the Afternoon -- Squirrel -- Eclipse -- the Bumble bee -- ...
To undertake is to achieve Be Undertaking blent With fortitude of obstacle And toward encouragement That fine Suspicion, Natures must ...
The Wind begun to rock the Grass With threatening Tunes and low -- He threw a Menace at the Earth ...
The Sky is low -- the Clouds are mean. A Travelling Flake of Snow Across a Barn or through a ...
Dew -- is the Freshet in the Grass -- 'Tis many a tiny Mill Turns unperceived beneath our feet And ...
A Lady red -- amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily ...
She slept beneath a tree -- Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute -- She recognized the foot ...
We grow accustomed to the Dark -- When light is put away -- As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp ...
There came a wind like a bugle It quivered through the GRASS, And a green chill upon the heat So ...
I had been hungry, all the Years -- My Noon had Come -- to dine -- I trembling drew the ...
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, Impatient of no Child -- The feeblest -- or the waywardest -- Her Admonition ...
Before the ice is in the pools -- Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by ...
A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer's morn -- A flask of Dew -- A Bee or ...
"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree -- Provided it do hopeless -- hang -- ...
"Sic transit gloria mundi," "How doth the busy bee," "Dum vivimus vivamus," I stay mine enemy! Oh "veni, vidi, vici!" ...
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth ...
A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides -- You may have met Him -- did you not His notice ...
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