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Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXVI ("Victory comes late")
by EmilyDickinsonShipwreckEnoughXXVI Victory comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost To take it. How sweet it would have tasted, Just a drop! Was God so economical…Winter Verse
Winter VerseA selection of quotations pondering the chill winds and quiet thoughts of winter Compiled by Ann-Marie Imbornoni Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow. Ralph…Poets on Poetry
I, too, dislike it—Marianne Moore I don't look on poetry as closed works. I feel they're going on all the time in my head and I occasionally snip off a length.—John Ashbery, London Times (23…Poetry & Poets
Subjects » Geography » History » Language Arts » Mathematics » Science » Social Studies Homework Skills Writing | Research Speaking & Listening Studying Reference Sources…William Shakespeare: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
Those hours, that with gentle work did frameThose hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to the very same And that unfair…The Journals of Lewis & Clark: August 27, 1805
by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark August 26, 1805August 28, 1805August 27, 1805 August 27th Tuesday 1805 Some frost this morning every Man except one, out hunting, a young man…The Journals of Lewis & Clark: December 11, 1804
by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark December 10, 1804December 12, 1804December 11, 1804 11th December Tuesday 1804 a verry Cold morning Wind from the north The Thermomettr at (4…The Journals of Lewis & Clark: February 16, 1805
by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark February 15, 1805February 17, 1805February 16, 1805 16th of February Satturday 1805 a fine morning, visited by but fiew Indians to day, at Dusk…Ridgely Torrence: The Son
The SonRidgely TorrenceI heard an old farm-wife, Selling some barley, Mingle her life with life And the name "Charley".Saying, "The crop's all in, We're about through now; Long nights will…Poem: Death and Life
Poem 68 Poem 70 Death and Life Apparently with no surprise To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on, The sun proceeds…Trending
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