Though you with line and color excel, securing for art such laurels as great nature wore, even better, you've gained on her, by making more beautiful her own beauty for our sake; and now, with that studious pen in hand, you take a nobler role, composing, page by page, works that...
Don't stay motionless by the side of the road, don't suspend joy or love halfheartedly don't save yourself now or ever. don't save yourself. don't fill yourself with calm. don't reserve a still corner in this world don't let your eyelids droop heavy like judgements don't forsake your lips don't go to sleep without heavy eyes, don't consider yourself bloodless Don't judge...
NON EBUR Ceilings of gold or ivory do not glisten in my house. No beams of Mount Hymettus rest on columns quarried in farthest Africa. Nor have I, an unknown heir, inherited the Palace of Attalus nor do honorable clients spin for me the Spartan purple. But integrity I do possess and a considerable vein...
OUT from behind this bending, rough-cut Mask, (All straighter, liker Masks rejected—this preferr’d,) This common curtain of the face, contain’d in me for me, in you for you, in each for each, (Tragedies, sorrows, laughter, tears—O heaven! The passionate, teeming plays this curtain hid!) This glaze of God’s serenest, purest...
III. So I talk about you and me Because I love you and in the love I know To enter like a Full Moon From everywhere,like your little foot in the immense sheets To pluck jasmines and I have the power Asleep,to blow to lead you Through moonlight paths and secret arches...
Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcernedly find Hours, days, and...
I can become happy with the simplest things the most insignificant.. even the every day ones of every day. It is sufficient for me that weeks have Sundaysand I am satisfied that years keep their Christmas for the very end that winters have stone houses dipped in snow that I know how...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because...
Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old— This knight so bold— And o’er his heart a shadow— Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow— ‘Shadow,’...
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. Emily Dickinson...
