PoemsLittle, Brown, 1901 - 230 من الصفحات |
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
afternoon anguish bells bird blue bobolink bodice breath brig butterfly cautious chanticleer cochineal creature CRICKET crumb daffodil daisies dare dead Death docile door drop ecstasy emerald Emily Dickinson everywhere eyes fac-simile face fair fear feet fellow fingers flower frigate frost gentian ghost gone grace grass harebell hear hills hope hurried immortality knock Lest lisp little figure look lost MABEL LOOMIS TODD mechlin morning never noon orchards oriole ourself pass pearl Playmates poems prayer purple quivering road robin rose seraph sing skies slow smile snow softly soul sparrow squirrel stare stars summer sunrise sunset sweet tardy tell thee Thine thing thought timid to-day touch tree triumph tune Tyrian Unto verses Wending white heat Wild nights wind window woods XXIV XXIX XXVI XXXI XXXII XXXIV XXXV XXXVI XXXVIII
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الصفحة 41 - I like to see it lap the Miles And lick the Valleys up And stop to feed itself at Tanks And then - prodigious step Around a Pile of Mountains And supercilious peer In Shanties - by the sides of Roads And then a Quarry pare To fit its...
الصفحة 29 - Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
الصفحة 222 - One need not be a Chamber - to be Haunted One need not be a House The Brain has Corridors - surpassing Material Place Far safer, of a Midnight Meeting External Ghost Than its interior Confronting That Cooler Host.
الصفحة 230 - It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down It was not Night, for all the Bells Put out their Tongues, for Noon. It was not Frost, for on my Flesh > I felt Siroccos - crawl Nor Fire - for just my marble feet Could keep a Chancel, cool And yet, it tasted, like them all, The Figures I have seen...
الصفحة 78 - I had been hungry all the years; My noon had come to dine; I, trembling, drew the table near, And touched the curious wine.
الصفحة 99 - Wild nights! Wild nights! Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds To a heart in port, Done with the compass, Done with the chart. Rowing in Eden! Ah! the sea! Might I but moor To-night in thee!
الصفحة 115 - Has it feathers like a bird? Is it brought from famous countries Of which I have never heard? Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor! Oh, some wise man from the skies! Please to tell a little pilgrim Where the place called morning lies!
الصفحة 91 - When that which is and that which was Apart, intrinsic, stand, And this brief tragedy of flesh Is shifted like a sand ; When figures show their royal front And mists are carved away, — Behold the atom I preferred To all the lists of clay ! II.
الصفحة 96 - Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him — Tell him the page I didn't write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun out.
الصفحة 142 - A BIRD came down the walk : He did not know I saw ; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew From a convenient grass, And then hopped sidewise to the wall To let a beetle pass. He glanced with rapid eyes That hurried all...