Category: Poetry
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Signs of Spring by Mary Austin
Signs of Spring Cream-cups, butter-cups, Dandelions and sedges; Blackbirds in the poplar row, Sparrows in the hedges; Fruit-buds in the orchard Swelling with the rain; All the close-fed pasture-lands Growing green again. Poppies on the river-bluff Soon will wake from sleeping; Home along the foothills Woolly clouds a-creeping.
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Winter Turning
Winter Turning By Amy Lowell Snow is still on the ground,But there is a golden brightness in the air.Across the river,Blue,Blue, Sweeping widely under the archesOf many bridges,Is a spire and a dome,Clear as though ringed with ice-flakes,Golden, and pink, and jocund. On a near-by steeple,A golden weather-cock flashes smartly,His open beak “Cock-a-doodle-dooing”Straight at the…
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I’m Nobody! Who are You?”
I’m Nobody! Who are You?” By Emily Dickinson I’m Nobody! Who are you?Are you – Nobody – too?Then there’s a pair of us!Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!How dreary – to be – Somebody!How public – like a Frog –To tell your name – the livelong June –To an admiring Bog! Synopsis Emily Dickinson’s…
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The Life and Legacy of Emily Dickinson
Birth and Family Background Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was born at her family’s home in Amherst, Massachusetts, on December 10, 1830. Her family was important in the town, although they were not extremely wealthy. Her father, Edward Dickinson, was a respected lawyer and served as a trustee at Amherst College. Emily’s ancestors had arrived in America…
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“Hope is the thing with feathers” by Emily Dickinson
“Hope is the thing with feathers” By Emily Dickinson Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard, And sore must be the storm, That could abash the little bird That kept so many…
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A Birthday by Christina Georgina Rossetti
By Christina Georgina Rossetti My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water’d shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is…
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The seedling By Paul Laurence Dunbar
By Paul Laurence Dunbar 1. As a quiet little seedlingLay within its darksome bed,To itself it fell a-talking,And this is what it said: 2. “I am not so very robust,But I’ll do the best I can;”And the seedling from that momentIts work of life began. 3. So it pushed a little leafletUp into the light…
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Sunset by: Paul Laurence Dunbar
Sunset By: Paul Laurence Dunbar The river sleeps beneath the sky, And clasps the shadows to its breast; The crescent moon shines dim on high; And in the lately radiant west The gold is fading into gray. Now stills the lark his festive lay, And mourns with me the dying day. While in the south…
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A Song from the Suds by Louisa May Alcott
A Song from the Sudsby: Louisa May Alcott Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,While the white foam rises high,And sturdily wash and rinse and wring,And fasten the clothes to dry.Then out in the free fresh air they swing,Under the sunny sky. I wish we could wash from our hearts and soulsThe stains of the…
