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Witchcraft has not a Pedigree

Witchcraft has not a Pedigree
'Tis early as our Breath
And mourners meet it going out …

Emily Dickinson
With a Flower

I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too — …

Emily Dickinson
With Pinions of Disdain

With Pinions of Disdain
The soul can farther fly
Than any feather specified …
With sweetness unabated

With sweetness unabated
Informed the hour had come
With no remiss of triumph …
With thee, in the Desert —

With thee, in the Desert —
With thee in the thirst —
With thee in the Tamarind wood — …
Within my reach!

Within my reach !
I could have touched !
I might have chanced that way ! …

Emily Dickinson
Within thy Grave!

Within thy Grave!
Oh no, but on some other flight —
Thou only camest to mankind …
Woman's Constancy

NOW thou hast loved me one whole day,
To-morrow when thou leavest, what wilt thou say?
Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow? …

John Donne
Would you like summer? Taste of ours.

Would you like summer? Taste of ours.
Spices? Buy here!
Ill! We have berries, for the parching! …

Emily Dickinson
The wounded vulture

A kingly vulture sat alone,
Lord of the ruin round,
Where Egypt's ancient monuments …

Anne Lynch Botta
Written at Tivoli Falls

Sweet Tivoli! upon thy grassy side,
Whene'er I linger through the summer day,
And the soft music of thy silvery tide …

Anne Lynch Botta
Written Extempore On A Halfpenny, Which a young lady gave a beggar, and the author redeemed for half-a-crown

DEAR little, pretty, fav'rite ore,
That once increas'd Gloriana's store;
That lay within her bosom bless'd, …

Henry Fielding
Written in a Quarrel

Think, Delia, with what cruel haste
Our fleeting pleasures move,
Nor heedless thus in sorrow waste …

William Cowper
Yesterday is History

Yesterday is History,
'Tis so far away —
Yesterday is Poetry — …
You cannot put a Fire out —

You cannot put a Fire out —
A Thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a Fan — …

Emily Dickinson
You cannot take itself

You cannot take itself
From any Human soul —
That indestructible estate …
You dont believe I wont attempt to make ye

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You dont believe I wont attempt to make ye
You are asleep I wont attempt to wake ye …

William Blake
You love the Lord — you cannot see —

You love the Lord — you cannot see —
You write Him — every day —
A little note — when you awake — …
You said that I "was Great" — one Day —

You said that I "was Great" — one Day —
Then "Great" it be — if that please Thee —
Or Small — or any size at all — …
You say their Pictures well Painted be

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You say their Pictures well Painted be
And yet they are Blockheads you all agree …

William Blake