Frasi Emily Dickinson
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...