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Walt Whitman: Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone
Not Meagre, Latent Boughs AloneNot meagre, latent boughs alone, O songs! (scaly and bare, like eagles' talons,) But haply for some sunny day (who knows?) some future spring, some…Amy Lowell: VII
VIIOver the slate roof tall clouds, like ships of the line, pass along the sky. The glass-houses glitter splotchily, for many of their lights are broken. Roses bloom, fiery cinders quenching…Selah TUTHILL, Congress, NY (1771-1821)
TUTHILL Selah , a Representative from New York; born in Blooming Grove, Orange County, N.Y., October 26, 1771; attended public and private schools; member of the State assembly from Ulster County…Origin of Prokaryotes and Eukaryotes: Origin of Prokaryotes
Origin of ProkaryotesOrigin of Prokaryotes and EukaryotesIntroductionOrigin of ProkaryotesEukaryote EvolutionProtistsSlime Molds In 1862, Pasteur disproved the spontaneous-generation theory but…Walt Whitman: Lo, Victress on the Peaks
Lo, Victress on the PeaksLo, Victress on the peaks, Where thou with mighty brow regarding the world, (The world O Libertad, that vainly conspired against thee,) Out of its countless…Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Garden
The GardenMany things the garden shows, And pleased I stray From tree to tree Watching the white pear-bloom, Bee-infested quince or plum. I could walk days, years, away Till the slow ripening…Christina Rossetti: Within the Veil
Within the Veil1865She holds a lily in her hand, Where long ranks of Angels stand, A silver lily for her wand.All her hair falls sweeping down; Her hair that is a golden brown, A crown…Witter Bynner: God's Acre
God's AcreWitter BynnerBecause we felt there could not be A mowing in reality So white and feathery-blown and gay With blossoms of wild caraway, I said to Celia, "Let us trace The secret of…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Bee
by EmilyDickinsonPurple CloverXVIThe Bee The Bee Like trains of cars on tracks of plush I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the…Josephine Dodge Daskam: The Prince
The PrinceJosephine Dodge DaskamMy heart it was a cup of gold That at his lip did long to lie, But he hath drunk the red wine down, And tossed the goblet by.My heart it was a floating bird…Trending
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