Frasi john dickinson
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...
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...
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 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...
The fairest Home I ever knew
Was founded in an Hour
By Parties also that I knew
A spider and a Flower -
A manse of mechlin and of Floss.
The farthest Thunder that I heard
Was nearer than the Sky
And rumbles still, though torrid Noons
Have lain their Missiles by -
The Lightning that preceded it
Struck no one but myself -
But I would not...
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 feet of people walking home
With gayer sandals go -
The Crocus - till she rises
The Vassal of the snow -
The lips at Hallelujah
Long years of practise bore
Till bye and bye these Bargemen
Walked s...
The Flake the Wind exasperate
More eloquently lie
Than if escorted to it's Down
By Arm of Chivalry.
The Guest is gold and crimson -
An Opal guest, and gray -
Of Ermine is his doublet -
His Capuchin gay -
He reaches town at nightfall -
He stops at every door -
Who looks for him at morning
I pray him ...
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 Heart asks Pleasure - first -
And then - Excuse from Pain -
And then - those little Anodyness
That deaden suffering -
And then - to go to sleep -
And then - if it should be
The will of it's Inquis...
The joy that has no stem nor core,
Nor seed that we can sow,
Is edible to longing,
But ablative to show.
By fundamental palates
Those products are preferred
Impregnable to transit
And patented by pod.