No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit - I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection - does - Circumference be full - The long restricted Grave Assert her Vital Privilege - The Dust - connect - an...
I thought the Train would never come - How slow the whistle sang - I dont believe a peevish Bird So whimpered for the Spring - I taught my Heart a hundred times Precisely what to say - Provoking Lover...
Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
Morire: richiede appena un breve momento.
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death - for who is He? The Porter of my Father's Lodge As much abasheth me! Of Life? 'Twere odd I fear a thing That comprehendeth me In one or two existences - Just as...
The Spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands - And dancing softly as He knits His Coil of Pearl - unwinds - He plies from Nought to Nought - In unsubstantial Trade - Supplants our Tapestries wi...
The Flake the Wind exasperate More eloquently lie Than if escorted to it's Down By Arm of Chivalry.
The Martyr Poets - did not tell - But wrought their Pang in syllable - That when their mortal name be numb - Their mortal fate - encourage Some - The Martyr Painters - never spoke - Bequeathing - rath...
Ges?! La tua Croce Ti concede di prevedere Le pi? piccole cose! Ges?! Il tuo secondo volto Ti rammenti in Paradiso Del nostro.
A solemn thing - it was - I said - A woman - white - to be - And wear - if God should count me fit - Her blameless mystery - A hallowed thing - to drop a life Into the purple well - Too plummetless - ...
Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him - But we could'nt learn! Were Himself - such a Dunce - What would we - do? Love the dull lad - best - Oh, wouldn't you.
New feet within my garden go - New fingers stir the sod - A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude. New Children play upon the green - New Weary sleep below - And still the pensive Spring return...
Unto like Story - Trouble has enticed me - How Kinsmen fell - Brothers and Sister - who preferred the Glory - And their young will Bent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons - chanted - Till God's full time...
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed. She bore Life's empty Pack As gallantly as if the East Were swinging at her Back - Life's empty Pack is heaviest, As every Porter knows - In vain to punish Honey - I...
So well that I can live without - I love thee - then How well is that? As well as Jesus? Prove it me That He - loved Men - As I - love thee.
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me ye women if you can. I prize thy love more then whole Mines of gold, O...
Trusty as the stars Who quit their shining working Prompt as when I lit them In Genesis 'new house, Durable as dawn Whose antiquated blossom Makes a world's suspense Perish and rejoice.
I had not minded - Walls - Were Universe - one Rock - And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block - I'd tunnel - till my Groove Pushed sudden thro' to his - Then my face take her Recompen...
Two butterflies went out at Noon - And waltzed upon a Farm - Then stepped straight through the Firmament And rested, on a Beam - And then - together bore away Upon a shining Sea - Though never yet, in...
The Life we have is very great. The Life that we shall see Surpasses it, we know, because It is Infinity. But when all Space has been beheld And all Dominion shown The smallest Human Heart's extent Re...
Who never wanted - maddest Joy Remains to him unknown - The Banquet of Abstemiousness Defaces that of Wine - Within it's reach, though yet ungrasped Desire's perfect Goal - No nearer - lest the Actual...
She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand - Till pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple crayons stand. Till Daffodils had come and gone I cannot tell the sum, And then she ceased t...
One Joy of so much anguish Sweet Nature has for me - I shun it as I do Despair Or dear iniquity - Why Birds, a Summer morning Before the Quick of Day Should stab my ravished Spirit With Dirks of Melod...
So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today - So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away - Oozed so, in crimson bubbles Day's departing tide - Blooming - tripping - flowing - Are ye then with God
Come altre cose, come alcuni abiti, un bel giorno l'amore ci diventa stretto, cos? lo riponiamo in un cassetto. Passa il tempo, lo tiriamo fuori: non ? pi? alla moda, ? vecchio stile, come i vestiti d...
