A Man may make a Remark (952) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. A Man may make a Remark (952) A Man may make a Remark – In itself – a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a Spark In dormant nature – lain -Let us divide – with skill – Let …
Besides the Autumn poets sing (131) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Besides the Autumn poets sing (131) Besides the Autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze -A few incisive mornings – A few Ascetic eves – Gone – Mr Bryant’s …
The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman (1487) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman (1487) The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen—The Road to Bethlehem Since He and I were Boys Was leveled, …
Knows how to forget! (433) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Knows how to forget! (433) by Emily Dickinson Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn howDull Hearts have died In the Acquisition Sacrificed for Science Is common, though, now — I went to …
I measure every Grief I meet (561) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. I measure every Grief I meet (561) by Emily Dickinson I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an Easier size.I wonder if They bore it long – …
I like to see it lap the Miles (43) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. I like to see it lap the Miles (43) I like to see it lap the Miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains, And, …
I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl (443) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl (443) I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me— I put new Blossoms in the Glass— And throw the old—away— I push a …
A lane of Yellow led the eye (1650) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. A lane of Yellow led the eye (1650) A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a purple wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict Or flower presume to show In that low summer …
William Wordsworth was born on April 7, 1770, in Cockermouth, Cumberland, England. Wordsworth’s mother died when he was 7, and he was an orphan at 13. Despite these losses, he did well at Hawkshead Grammar School — where he wrote his first poetry — and went on to study at Cambridge University. William Wordsworth was …
To A Butterfly is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. To A Butterfly I’ve watched you now a full half hour Self-poised upon that yellow flower; And, little Butterfly! indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless!-not frozen seas More motionless!-and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you …
