The Savior must have been (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman -- To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen ...
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman -- To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen ...
The Sea said "Come" to the Brook -- The Brook said "Let me grow" -- The Sea said "Then you ...
The Service without Hope -- Is tenderest, I think -- Because 'tis unsustained By stint -- Rewarded Work -- Has ...
The Show is not the Show But they that go -- Menagerie to me My Neighbor be -- Fair Play ...
The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried -- few -- express Reports When March is scarcely ...
The right to perish might be thought An undisputed right -- Attempt it, and the Universe Upon the opposite Will ...
The Road was lit with Moon and star -- The Trees were bright and still -- Descried I -- by ...
The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady's name In Silver Chronicle. (Emily Dickinson)
The Robin is a Gabriel In humble circumstances -- His Dress denotes him socially, Of Transport's Working Classes -- He ...
The Province of the Saved Should be the Art -- To save -- Through Skill obtained in Themselves -- The ...
The pungent atom in the Air Admits of no debate -- All that is named of Summer Days Relinquished our ...
The Rat is the concisest Tenant. He pays no Rent. Repudiates the Obligation -- On Schemes intent Balking our Wit ...
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan -- Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature ...
The Riddle we can guess We speedily despise -- Not anything is stale so long As Yesterday's surprise -- (Emily ...
The Popular Heart is a Cannon first -- Subsequent a Drum -- Bells for an Auxiliary And an Afterward of ...
The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture -- Presumptuous of Your ...
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves Her unintending Eyes -- Took her own Heart, including ours, By innocent Surprise ...
The Products of my Farm are these Sufficient for my Own And here and there a Benefit Unto a Neighbor's ...
The Props assist the House Until the House is built And then the Props withdraw And adequate, erect, The House ...
The Pile of Years is not so high As when you came before But it is rising every Day From ...
The Poets light but Lamps -- Themselves -- go out -- The Wicks they stimulate -- If vital Light Inhere ...
The Past is such a curious Creature To look her in the Face A Transport may receipt us Or a ...
The pattern of the sun Can fit but him alone For sheen must have a Disk To be a sun ...
The pedigree of Honey Does not concern the Bee, Nor lineage of Ecstasy Delay the Butterfly On spangle journeys to ...
The ones that disappeared are back The Phoebe and the Crow Precisely as in March is heard The curtness of ...
The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see -- Tomorrow and Today ...
The Opening and the Close Of Being, are alike Or differ, if they do, As Bloom upon a Stalk. That ...
The Outer -- from the Inner Derives its Magnitude -- 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood ...
The overtakelessness of those Who have accomplished Death Majestic is to me beyond The majesties of Earth. The soul her ...
The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft -- yieldeth me -- If any ask me why -- 'Twere easier to ...
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