Frasi john dickinson
The Sun is gay or stark
According to our Deed -
If Merry, He is merrier -
If eager for the Dead
Or an expended Day
He helped to make too bright
His mighty pleasure suits Us not
It magnifies our Freigh...
The Sun kept stooping - stooping - low!
The Hills to meet him rose!
On his side, what Transaction!
On their side, what Repose!
Deeper and deeper grew the stain
Upon the window pane -
Thicker and thick...
The Spirit lasts - but in what mode -
Below, the Body speaks,
But as the Spirit furnishes -
Apart, it never talks -
The Music in the Violin
Does not emerge alone
But Arm in Arm with Touch, yet Touch
A...
The sweetest Heresy received
That Man and Woman know -
Each Other's Convert -
Though the Faith accommodate but Two -
The Churches are so frequent -
The Ritual - so small -
The Grace so unavoidable -
T...
The Test of Love - is Death -
Our Lord - "so loved" - it saith -
What Largest Lover - hath
Another - doth -
If smaller Patience - be -
Through less Infinity -
If Bravo, sometimes swerve -
Th...
The Voice that stands for Floods to me
Is sterile borne to some -
The Face that makes the Morning mean
Glows impotent on them -
What difference in Substance lies
That what is Sum to me
By other Financ...
The Winters are so short -
I'm hardly justified
In sending all the Birds away -
And moving into Pod -
Myself - for scarcely settled -
The Phebes have begun -
And then - it's time to strike my Tent -
A...
The World - stands - solemner - to me -
Since I was wed - to Him -
A modesty - befits the soul
That bears another's - name -
A doubt - if it be fair - indeed -
To wear that perfect - pearl -
The Man -...
There came a Wind like a Bugle -
It quivered through the Grass
And a Green Chill upon the Heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the Windows and the Doors
As from an Emerald Ghost -
The Doom's electric Mo...
There comes an hour when begging stops,
When the long interceding lips
Perceive their prayer is vain.
"Thou shalt not" is a kinder sword
Than from a disappointing God
"Disciple, call ag...
There is a finished feeling
Experienced at Graves -
A leisure of the Future -
A Wilderness of Size.
By Death's bold Exhibition
Preciser what we are
And the Eternal function
Enabled to infer.
There is a Languor of the Life
More imminent than Pain -
'Tis Pain's Successor - When the Soul
Has suffered all it can -
A Drowsiness - diffuses -
A Dimness like a Fog
Envelops Consciousness -
As Mist...
There is a pain - so utter -
It swallows Being up -
Then covers the Abyss with Trance -
So Memory can step
Around - across - upon it -
As One within a Swoon -
Goes safely - where an open eye -
Would d...
There is a solitude of space
A solitude of sea
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be
Compared with that profounder site
That polar privacy
A soul admitted to itself -
Finite Infinity
Ha un...
There is a word
Which bears a sword
Can pierce an armed man -
It hurls it's barbed syllables
And is mute again -
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some epauletted Brother
Gave hi...
There is another sky,
ever serene and fair,
and there is another sunshine,
th? it be darkness there.
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
never mind silent fields.
Here is a little forest
whose leaf is e...
There is no Frigate like a book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a page
Of prancing Poetry-
This Travel may the poorest take
Without oppress of a Toll-
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears ...
There is a morn by men unseen -
Whose maids upon remoter green
Keep their seraphic May -
And all day long, with dance and game,
And gambol I may never name -
Employ their holiday.
Here to light measur...
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House,
As lately as Today -
I know it, by the numb look
Such Houses have - alway -
The Neighbors rustle in and out -
The Doctor - drives away -
A Window opens lik...
There's something quieter than sleep
Within this inner room!
It wears a sprig upon it's breast -
And will not tell it's name.
Some touch it, and some kiss it -
Some chafe it's idle hand -
It has a sim...
These are the days when Birds come back -
A very few - a Bird or two -
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies resume
The old - old sophistries of June -
A blue and gold mistake.
Oh fr...
These tested Our Horizon -
Then disappeared
As Birds before achieving
A Latitude.
Our Retrospection of Them
A fixed Delight,
But Our Anticipation
A Dice - a Doubt.
They ask but our Delight -
The Darlings of the Soil
And grant us all their Countenance
For a penurious smile.
They shut me up in Prose -
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet -
Because they liked me "still" -
Still! Could themself have peeped -
And seen my Brain - go round -
They might as ...
Thirty white horses on a red hill.
First they stamp,
then they clamp.
Then they stand still.
Trenta bianchi cavalli sopra un colle rosso.
Scalpitano e battono.
Ma nessuno si ? mosso.