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Emily Dickinson

Poems by Emily Dickinson, Series One

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  • норицитирует3 месяца назад
    The grass so little has to do, —
    A sphere of simple green,
    With only butterflies to brood,
    And bees to entertain,
    And stir all day to pretty tunes
    The breezes fetch along,
    And hold the sunshine in its lap
    And bow to everything;
    And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
    And make itself so fine, —
    A duchess were too common
    For such a noticing.
    And even when it dies, to pass
    In odors so divine,
    As lowly spices gone to sleep,
    Or amulets of pine.
    And then to dwell in sovereign barns,
    And dream the days away, —
    The grass so little has to do,
    I wish I were the hay!
  • норицитирует4 месяца назад
    Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?
    But I could never sell.
    If you would like to borrow
    Until the daffodil
    Unties her yellow bonnet
    Beneath the village door,
    Until the bees, from clover rows
    Their hock and sherry draw,
    Why, I will lend until just then,
    But not an hour more!
  • b0590721689цитирует2 года назад
    Mine by the right of the white election!
    Mine by the royal seal!
    Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison
    Bars cannot conceal!
    Mine, here in vision and in veto!
    Mine, by the grave's repeal
    Titled, confirmed, — delirious charter!
    Mine, while the ages steal!

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