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Elsa Barker: When I am dead and Sister to the Dust
When I am dead and Sister to the DustElsa BarkerWhen I am dead and sister to the dust; When no more avidly I drink the wine Of human love; when the pale Proserpine Has covered me with…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Dawn ("Not knowing when")
by EmilyDickinsonMarchVIIIDawn Dawn Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door; Or has it feathers like a bird, Or billows like a shore?Percy Bysshe Shelley: To - ("When passion's trance is overpast")
by Percy Bysshe Shelley To - A Bridal Song To - Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Posthumous Poems", 1824. There is a Boscombe manuscript. 1. When passion's trance is overpast, If tenderness and…Percy Bysshe Shelley: Lines: 'When the Lamp Is Shattered'
by Percy Bysshe Shelley The Magnetic Lady to Her PatientTo Jane: The InvitationLines: 'When the Lamp Is Shattered' Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Posthumous Poems", 1824. There is a copy…Poems by Emily Dickinson: 'Twas later when the summer went
Death and Life Indian Summer XXVI 'Twas later when the summer went Than when the cricket came, And yet we knew that gentle clock Meant nought but going home. 'T was sooner when the…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Dawn ("When night is almost done")
by EmilyDickinsonXVIThe Book of MartyrsDawn Dawn When night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It 's time to smooth the hair And get the dimples…Poems by Emily Dickinson: III ("Alter? When the hills do.")
by EmilyDickinsonBequestSuspenseIII Alter? When the hills do. Falter? When the sun Question if his glory Be the perfect one. Surfeit? When the daffodil Doth of the dew: Even as herself,…John Keats: Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain,
by JohnKeatsImitation of SpenserEpistlesWoman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies; Without that…William Shakespeare: When I do count the clock that tells the time
When I do count the clock that tells the timeWhen I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls,…William Shakespeare: How careful was I when I took my way
How careful was I when I took my wayHow careful was I when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That to my use it might unused stay From hands of falsehood, in sure wards…