Frasi john dickinson
A Pit - but Heaven over it -
And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad;
And yet a Pit -
With Heaven over it.
To stir would be to slip -
To look would be to drop -
To dream - to sap the Prop
That holds my c...
A Plated Life - diversified
With Gold and Silver Pain
To prove the presence of the Ore
In Particles - 'tis when
A Value struggle - it exist -
A Power - will proclaim
Although Annihilation pile
Whole C...
A prompt - executive Bird is the Jay -
Bold as a Bailiff's Hymn -
Brittle and Brief in quality -
Warrant in every Line -
Sitting a Bough like a Brigadier
Confident and straight -
Much is the mien of h...
A science - so the Savants say,
"Comparative Anatomy" -
By which a single bone -
Is made a secret to unfold
Of some rare tenant of the mold -
Else perished in the stone -
So to the eye prosp...
A Secret told -
Ceases to be a Secret - then -
A Secret - kept -
That - can appal but One -
Better of it - continual be afraid -
Than it -
And Whom you told it to - beside.
A precious - mouldering pleasure - 'tis -
To meet an Antique Book -
In just the Dress his Century wore -
A privilege - I think -
His venerable Hand to take -
And warming in our own -
A passage back - ...
A Shade upon the mind there passes
As when on Noon
A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses
Remembering
That some there be too numb to notice
Oh God
Why give if Thou must take away
The Loved?
A Shady friend - for Torrid days -
Is easier to find -
Than one of higher temperature
For Frigid - hour of Mind -
The Vane a little to the East -
Scares Muslin souls - away -
If Broadcloth Hearts are ...
A slash of Blue -
A sweep of Gray -
Some scarlet patches on the way,
Compose an Evening Sky -
A little purple - slipped between -
Some Ruby Trowsers hurried on -
A Wave of Gold -
A Bank of Day -
This ...
A soft Sea washed around the House
A Sea of Summer Air
And rose and fell the magic Planks
That sailed without a care -
For Captain was the Butterfly
For Helmsman was the Bee
And an entire universe
For...
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 - ...
A Solemn thing within the Soul
To feel itself get ripe -
And golden hang - while farther up -
The Maker's Ladders stop -
And in the Orchard far below -
You hear a Being - drop -
A Wonderful - to feel ...
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...
A throe upon the features -
A hurry in the breath -
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated "Death" -
An anguish at the mention
Which when to patience grown -
I've known permission given
To rejoin...
A Toad, can die of Light -
Death is the Common Right
Of Toads and Men -
Of Earl and Midge
The privilege -
Why swagger, then?
The Gnat's supremacy is large as Thine -
Life - is Another Thing -
So measu...
A volte vorrei solo che non fosse accaduto. Il cancro, dico.
A Weight with Needles on the pounds -
To push, and pierce, besides -
That if the Flesh resist the Heft -
The puncture - coolly tries -
That not a pore be overlooked
Of all this Compound Frame -
As man...
A Wife - at Daybreak - I shall be -
Sunrise - Hast Thou a Flag for me?
At Midnight - I am yet a Maid -
How short it takes to make it Bride -
Then - Midnight - I have passed from Thee -
Unto the East -...
A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds
That threatened it - did run
And crouched behind his Yellow Door
Was the defiant sun -
Some conflict with those upper friends
So genial in the main
That we deplore pec...
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
Absence disembodies - so does Death
Hiding individuals from the Earth
Superstition helps, as well as love -
Tenderness decreases as we prove.
Accade sovente così, Sam, quando le cose sono in pericolo: qualcuno deve rinunciare, perderle, affinché altri possano conservarle.
Addio a voi, mio atrio e mio caro braciere,
Il vento pu? soffiare e la pioggia cadere
Ma prima della rugiada, che l'alba fresca bagna,
Noi marcerem pei boschi e sull'alta montagna.
A Gran Burrone, ov...
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...
After all Birds have been investigated
And laid aside
Nature imparts the little Blue Bird -
Assured
Her conscientious voice
Will soar unmoved
Above ostensible vicissitude -
First at the March
Competin...