The Sun kept stooping — stooping — low! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low! The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On ...
The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low! The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On ...
The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar ...
The Whole of it came not at once -- 'Twas Murder by degrees -- A Thrust -- and then for ...
The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man -- And like a Host -- "Come in" I boldly answered -- ...
The Rose did caper on her cheek -- Her Bodice rose and fell -- Her pretty speech -- like drunken ...
The Sky is low -- the Clouds are mean. A Travelling Flake of Snow Across a Barn or through a ...
The Soul has Bandaged moments -- When too appalled to stir -- She feels some ghastly Fright come up And ...
The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed -- Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified By every Broom ...
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone ...
The murmuring of Bees, has ceased But murmuring of some Posterior, prophetic, Has simultaneous come. The lower metres of the ...
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" -- The hue -- of it -- is Blood -- An Artery ...
The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized -- The Heaven we chase, Like the June Bee -- before the School Boy, ...
The parasol is the umbrella's daughter, And associates with a fan While her father abuts the tempest And abridges the ...
The Road to Paradise is plain, And holds scarce one. Not that it is not firm But we presume A ...
The healed Heart shows its shallow scar With confidential moan -- Not mended by Mortality Are Fabrics truly torn -- ...
The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying -- this to Us Made Nature ...
The Life that tied too tight escapes Will ever after run With a prudential look behind And spectres of the ...
The longest day that God appoints Will finish with the sun. Anguish can travel to its stake, And then it ...
The Mountains -- grow unnoticed -- Their Purple figures rise Without attempt -- Exhaustion -- Assistance -- or Applause -- ...
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child's adversity Whose vista is ...
The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it -- How still -- That last Day that I ...
The Flake the Wind exasperate More eloquently lie Than if escorted to its Down By Arm of Chivalry. (Emily Dickinson)
The Flower must not blame the Bee -- That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door -- But teach ...
The Gentian weaves her fringes -- The Maple's loom is red -- My departing blossoms Obviate parade. A brief, but ...
The Butterfly's Numidian Gown With spots of Burnish roasted on Is proof against the Sun Yet prone to shut its ...
The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear -- Their coming back seems possible For many ...
The Doomed -- regard the Sunrise With different Delight -- Because -- when next it burns abroad They doubt to ...
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea -- Forgets her own locality -- As I -- toward Thee -- She ...
The fairest Home I ever knew Was founded in an Hour By Parties also that I knew A spider and ...
Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music -- Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled -- Scantilly dealt to ...
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