Went up a year this evening! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell! Cheerful ...
Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell! Cheerful ...
Unto a broken heart No other one may go Without the high prerogative Itself hath suffered too. (Emily Dickinson)
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography -- Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at ...
We don't cry -- Tim and I, We are far too grand -- But we bolt the door tight To ...
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate -- 'Tis threaded in the Air ...
To undertake is to achieve Be Undertaking blent With fortitude of obstacle And toward encouragement That fine Suspicion, Natures must ...
Too happy Time dissolves itself And leaves no remnant by -- 'Tis Anguish not a Feather hath Or too much ...
Two butterflies went out at Noon -- And waltzed upon a Farm -- Then stepped straight through the Firmament And ...
Uncertain lease -- develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum -- The shorter Fate -- is oftener the ...
To die -- takes just a little while -- They say it doesn't hurt -- It's only fainter -- by ...
To help our Bleaker Parts Salubrious Hours are given Which if they do not fir for Earth Drill silently for ...
To lose thee -- sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. 'Tis true the drought is destitute, But ...
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery ...
To make Routine a Stimulus Remember it can cease -- Capacity to Terminate Is a Specific Grace -- Of Retrospect ...
This was in the White of the Year -- That -- was in the Green -- Drifts were as difficult ...
Those -- dying then, Knew where they went -- They went to God's Right Hand -- That Hand is amputated ...
To be alive -- is Power -- Existence -- in itself -- Without a further function -- Omnipotence -- Enough ...
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure drop The Day must ...
This heart that broke so long -- These feet that never flagged -- This faith that watched for star in ...
There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves -- A leisure of the Future -- A Wilderness of Size. By ...
There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed -- A Summer briefer than the first ...
There is no Silence in the Earth -- so silent As that endured Which uttered, would discourage Nature And haunt ...
They dropped like Flakes -- They dropped like Stars -- Like Petals from a Rose -- When suddenly across the ...
This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes -- These -- are the Banks of the Yellow Sea -- ...
The Wind begun to rock the Grass With threatening Tunes and low -- He threw a Menace at the Earth ...
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful -- (Emily Dickinson)
The worthlessness of Earthly things The Ditty is that Nature Sings -- And then -- enforces their delight Till Synods ...
There are two Mays And then a Must And after that a Shall. How infinite the compromise That indicates I ...
There came a Day at Summer's full, Entirely for me -- I thought that such were for the Saints, Where ...
The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low! The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On ...
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