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Há 2 dias · Not with a Club, the Heart is broken. Nor with a Stone -. A Whip so small you could not see it. I've known. To lash the Magic Creature. Till it fell, Yet that Whip's Name. Too noble then to tell.
Há 2 dias · Still is the bustle in the brook, Sealed are the spicy valves; Mesmeric fingers softly touch. The eyes of many elves. Perhaps a squirrel may remain, My sentiments to share. Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind, Thy windy will to bear! Emily Elizabeth Dickinson.
Há 4 dias · 14. It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up, 15. You Know That Portrait In The Moon. 16. One Sister Have I In Our House. 17. When Night Is Almost Done. 18. 'tis Sunrise—little Maid—hast Thou.
Há 5 dias · 1055. The Soul should always stand ajar. That if the Heaven inquire. He will not be obliged to wait. Or shy of troubling Her. Depart, before the Host have slid. The Bolt unto the Door -.
Há 1 dia · Emily Dickinson - J547 I've seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room - In search of Something - as it seemed - Then Cloudier become - And then - obscure with Fog - And then - be soldered down Without disclosing what it be 'Twere blessed to have seen -
Há 3 dias · Candid in May, Dear to the moss, Known by the knoll, Next to the robin. In every human soul. Bold little beauty, Bedecked with thee, Nature forswears. Antiquity.
Há 3 dias · Far safer, through an Abbey gallop, The Stones a' chase -. Than Unarmed, one's a'self encounter-. In lonesome Place-. Ourself behind ourself, concealed-. Should startle most-. Assassin hid in our Apartment. Be Horror 's least. The Body -borrows a Revolver-.
