I'm saying every day "If I should be a Queen, tomorrow" - I'd do this way - And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon, None on me, bend supercilious - With "This was she - Beg...
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didn't break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night, since thou with moons dost slake it, Not to partake thy passion, my humility. Thou...
Of Brussels - it was not - Of Kidderminster? Nay - The Winds did buy it of the Woods - Then - sell it unto me It was a gentle price - The poorest - could afford - It was within the frugal purse Of Beg...
Where Ships of Purple - gently toss - On Seas of Daffodil - Fantastic Sailors - mingle - And then - the Wharf is still!
"Secrets" is a daily word Yet does not exist - Muffled - it remits surmise - Murmured - it has ceased - Dungeoned in the Human Breast Doubtless secrets lie - But that Grate inviolate - Comes...
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - It's awful chamber open stands - It's Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest In undulating Rooms Whose Amplitude no end invades - Whose Axis n...
La morte non ? altro che un passaggio all'interno di un ciclo unitario, e non la vittoria della luce immortale sulle tenebre mortali.
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves Her unintending Eyes - Took her own Heart, including our's, By innocent Surprise - The wrestle in her simple throat To hold the feeling down That vanquished her ...
A still - Volcano - Life - That flickered in the night - When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight - A quiet - Earthquake Style - Too subtle to suspect By natures this side Naples - The Nort...
One Sister have I in our house - And one, a hedge away. There's only one recorded, But both belong to me. One came the road that I came - And wore my last year's gown - The other, as a bird her nest, ...
Summer laid her simple Hat On it's boundless shelf - Unobserved - a Ribin slipt Fasten it yourself. Summer laid her supple Glove In it's sylvan Drawer - Wheresoe'er - as was she - The Affair of Awe.
? poca cosa il pianto Sono brevi i sospiri Pure, per fatti di questa misura Uomini e donne muoiono!
The healed Heart shows it's shallow scar With confidential moan - Not mended by Mortality Are Fabrics truly torn - To go it's convalescent way So shameless is to see More genuine were perfidy Than suc...
The pungent atom in the Air Admits of no debate - All that is named of Summer Days Relinquished our Estate - For what Department of Delight As positive are we As Limit of Dominion Or Dams - of Extasy.
Ambition cannot find him - Affection doesn't know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now! Yesterday, undistinguished! Eminent Today For our mutual honor, Immortality!
Hope is a strange invention - A Patent of the Heart - In unremitting action Yet never wearing out - Of this electric adjunct Not anything is known But it's unique momentum Embellish all we own.
Come fare per dimenticare! Ma potrebbe insegnarlo? Si dice sia tra le arti la pi? facile quando si impara il metodo. Cuori duri son morti nell'acquisirla, eppure il sacrificio per la scienza adesso ?...
The parasol is the umbrella's daughter, And associates with a fan While her father abuts the tempest And abridges the rain. The former assists a siren In her serene display; But her father is borne an...
Baffled for just a day or two - Embarrassed - not afraid - Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid! She beckons, and the Woods start - She nods, and all begin - Surely, such a country I was never in
Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstance - 'Tis well the name and age Are writ upon the Door Or I should fear to pause Where not so much as Honest Dog Approa...
I see thee better - in the Dark - I do not need a Light - The Love of Thee - a Prism be - Excelling Violet - I see thee better for the Years That pile themselves - between - The Miner's Lamp - suffici...
The Brain, within it's Groove Runs evenly - and true - But let a Splinter swerve - 'Twere easier for You - To put the Waters back - When Floods have slit the Hills - And scooped a Turnpike for Themsel...
One crown that no one seeks And yet the highest head It's isolation coveted It's stigma deified While Pontius Pilate lives In whatsoever hell That coronation pierces him He recollects it well.
What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord? Where the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth - No brimming tankards flow - Necromancer!...
Papa above! Regard a Mouse O'er powered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom A "Mansion" for the Rat! Snug in seraphic Cupboards To nibble all the day, While unsuspecting Cycles Wheel sole...
