Frasi emily post
Sweet hours have perished here,
This is a mighty room -
Within it's precincts hopes have played
Now shadows in the tomb.
Sweet is the swamp with it's secrets,
Until we meet a snake;
'Tis then we sigh for houses,
And our departure take
At that enthralling gallop
That only childhood knows.
A snake is nature's treason,
And...
Sweet skepticism of the Heart -
That knows - and does not know -
And tosses like a Fleet of Balm -
Affronted by the snow -
Invites and then retards the truth
Lest Certainty be sere
Compared with the d...
Take your Heaven further on -
This - to Heaven divine Has gone -
Had You earlier blundered in
Possibly, e'en You had seen
An Eternity - put on -
Now - to ring a Door beyond
Is the utmost of Your Hand ...
Talvolta ci facciamo prendere dalla compassione per creature incapaci di provare sentimenti sia per se stessi che per altri.
Teach Him - When He makes the names -
Such an one - to say -
On his babbling - Berry - lips -
As should sound - to me -
Were my Ear - as near his nest -
As my thought - today -
As should sound -
"...
Tell as a Marksman - were forgotten
Tell - this Day endures
Ruddy as that Coeval Apple
The Tradition bears -
Fresh as Mankind that humble story
While a statelier Tale
Grown in the Repetition hoary
Sca...
Than Heaven more remote,
For Heaven is the Root,
But these the flitted Seed,
More flown indeed,
Than Ones that never were,
Or those that hide, and are -
What madness, by their side,
A vision to provid...
That Distance was between Us
That is not of Mile or Main -
The Will it is that situates -
Equator - never can.
That I did always love
I bring thee Proof
That till I loved
I never lived - Enough -
That I shall love alway -
I argue thee
That love is life -
And life hath Immortality -
This - dost thou doubt - Sw...
That love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love;
It is enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove.
Che sia l'amore tutto ci? che esiste
? ci? che noi sappiamo dell'amore;
E pu? bastar...
The Angle of a Landscape -
That every time I wake -
Between my Curtain and the Wall
Upon an ample Crack -
Like a Venetian - waiting -
Accosts my open eye -
Is just a Bough of Apples -
Held slanting, i...
The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings -
Like fallow Article -
And not a song pervade his Lips -
Or none perceptible.
His small Umbrella quaintly halved
Describing in the Air
An Arc alike inscrutable
Ela...
The Bird her punctual music brings
And lays it in it's place -
It's place is in the Human Heart
And in the Heavenly Grace -
What respite from her thrilling toil
Did Beauty ever take -
But Work might b...
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
What merit have the Tune
No Breakfast if it guaranty
The Rose content may bloom
To gain renown of Lady's Drawer
But if the Lady come
But once a Century, the Rose
S...
The Body grows without -
The more convenient way -
That if the Spirit - like to hide
It's Temple stands, always,
Ajar - secure - inviting -
It never did betray
The Soul that asked it's shelter
In sole...
The Brain - is wider than the Sky -
For - put them side by side -
The one the other will contain
With ease - and You - beside -
The Brain is deeper than the sea -
For - hold them - Blue to Blue -
The ...
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...
The Butterfly's Numidian Gown
With spots of Burnish - roasted on
Is proof against the Sun -
But prone to shut it's spotted Fan
And panting on a Clover lean
As if it were undone.
The Cat that in the corner sits
Her martial time forgot -
The rat but a tradition now
Of her desireless Lot,
Another class remind me of -
Who neither please nor play,
But - "not to make a bit of ...
The Clock strikes One
That just struck Two -
Some Schism in the Sum -
A Vagabond from Genesis
Has wrecked the Pendulum.
The Daisy follows soft the Sun -
And when his golden walk is done -
Sits shyly at his feet -
He - waking - finds the flower there -
Wherefore - Marauder - art thou here?
Because, Sir, love is sweet!
W...
The Days that we can spare
Are those a Function die
Or Friend Or Nature - stranded then
In our Economy
Our Estimates a Scheme -
Our Ultimates a Sham -
We let go all of Time without
Arithmetic of him.
The Doomed - regard the Sunrise
With different Delight -
Because - when next it burns abroad
They doubt to witness it -
The Man - to die - tomorrow -
Harks for the Meadow Bird -
Because it's Music sti...
The Fact that Earth is Heaven -
Whether Heaven is Heaven or not
If not an Affidavit
Of that specific Spot
Not only must confirm us
That it is not for us
But that it would affront us
To dwell in such a...