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• The Things that never can come back, are several —

  The Things that never can come back, are several —
  Childhood — some forms of Hope — the Dead —
  Though Joys — like Men — may sometimes make a Journey — …

• The things we thought that we should do

  The things we thought that we should do
  We other things have done
  But those peculiar industries …

• The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for

  The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
  Centuries delayed
  It's fitness growing like the Flood …

• The Treason of an accent

  The Treason of an accent
  Might Ecstasy transfer —
  Of her effacing Fathom …

  Emily Dickinson

• The vastest earthly Day

  The vastest earthly Day
  Is shrunken small
  By one Defaulting Face …

• The Voice that stands for Floods to me

  The Voice that stands for Floods to me
  Is sterile borne to some —
  The Face that makes the Morning mean …

• The was a Young Lady of Bute

  * * *
  The was a Young Lady of Bute,
  Who played on a silver-gilt flute; …

  Edward Lear

• The waters chased him as he fled,

  The waters chased him as he fled,
  Not daring look behind —
  A billow whispered in his Ear, …

• The way Hope builds his House

  The way Hope builds his House
  It is not with a sill —
  Nor Rafter — has that Edifice …

• The Whole of it came not at once —

  The Whole of it came not at once —
  'Twas Murder by degrees —
  A Thrust — and then for Life a chance — …

• The wind drew off

  The wind drew off
  Like hungry dogs
  Defeated of a bone — …

  Emily Dickinson

• The Wind took up the Northern Things

  The Wind took up the Northern Things
  And piled them in the south —
  Then gave the East unto the West …

• The Wind — tapped like a tired Man —

  The Wind — tapped like a tired Man —
  And like a Host — "Come in"
  I boldly answered — entered then …

  Emily Dickinson

• The Winter Nosegay

  THE WINTER NOSEGAY.
  What Nature, alas! has denied
  To the delicate growth of our isle, …

  William Cowper

• The Winters are so short —

  The Winters are so short —
  I'm hardly justified
  In sending all the Birds away — …

  Emily Dickinson

• The words the happy say

  The words the happy say
  Are paltry melody
  But those the silent feel …

• The Work of Her that went,

  The Work of Her that went,
  The Toil of Fellows done —
  In Ovens green our Mother bakes, …

• The World — stands — solemner — to me —

  The World — stands — solemner — to me —
  Since I was wed — to Him —
  A modesty befits the soul …

• The worthlessness of Earthly things

  The worthlessness of Earthly things
  The Ditty is that Nature Sings —
  And then — enforces their delight …

• Their Barricade against the Sky

  Their Barricade against the Sky
  The martial Trees withdraw
  And with a Flag at every turn …

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