Is bliss, then, such abyssI must not put my foot amissFor fear I spoil my shoe? I’d…
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Wild nights! Wild nights! Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds…
Life, and Death, and Giants Such as these, are still. Minor apparatus, hopper of the mill, Beetle…
Superfluous were the sun When excellence is dead; He were superfluous every day, For every day is…
Could I but ride indefinite, As doth the meadow-bee, And visit only where I liked, And no…
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness…
Immortal is an ample word When what we need is by,But when it leaves us for a time, ‘T…
I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ‘s a pair of us —…
I felt a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it…