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Silence is all we dread.

Silence is all we dread.
There's Ransom in a Voice —
But Silence is Infinity. …
Silent, Silent Night

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Silent, Silent Night
Quench the holy light …

William Blake
A Simile, From Silius Italicus.

AUT ubi cecropius formidine nubis aquosae
Sparsa super flores examina tollit Hymettos;
Ad dulces ceras et odori corticis antra, …

Henry Fielding
The Singer (Pushkin)

Did you hear beyond the grove the night voice
Of the singer of love who sings of his sadness?
In the morning, when the fields were silent, …

Alexander Pushkin
Sir Joshua Praises Michael Angelo

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Sir Joshua Praises Michael Angelo
Tis Christian Mildness when Knaves Praise a Foe …

William Blake
Size circumscribes — it has no room

Size circumscribes — it has no room
For petty furniture —
The Giant tolerates no Gnat …
A slash of Blue —

A slash of Blue —
A sweep of Gray —
Some scarlet patches on the way, …
Sleeping Child (Lydia Sigourney)

SLEEP, dearest, long and sweet,
With smile upon thy brow,
Thy restless, tottering feet, …

Lydia Sigourney
A Sloop of Amber slips away

A Sloop of Amber slips away
Upon an Ether Sea,
And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar, …

Emily Dickinson
Snow beneath whose chilly softness

Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Some that never lay
Make their first Repose this Winter …
So bashful when I spied her!

So bashful when I spied her,
So pretty, so ashamed !
So hidden in her leaflets, …

Emily Dickinson
So from the mould

So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise — …

Emily Dickinson
So give me back to Death —

So give me back to Death —
The Death I never feared
Except that it deprived of thee — …
So glad we are — a Stranger'd deem

So glad we are — a Stranger'd deem
'Twas sorry, that we were —
For where the Holiday should be …

Emily Dickinson
So has a Daisy vanished

So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today —
So tiptoed many a slipper …
So I pull my Stockings off

So I pull my Stockings off
Wading in the Water
For the Disobedience' Sake …
So large my Will

So large my Will
The little that I may
Embarrasses …
So much Summer

So much Summer
Me for showing
Illegitimate — …
So proud she was to die

So proud she was to die
It made us all ashamed
That what we cherished, so unknown …

Emily Dickinson
So the Eyes accost — and sunder

So the Eyes accost — and sunder
In an Audience —
Stamped — occasionally — forever — …

Emily Dickinson