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Aesop's Fables: The Rose and the Amaranth
by Aesop The Nightingale and the HawkThe Man, the Horse, the Ox, and the DogThe Rose and the Amaranth A Rose and an Amaranth blossomed side by side in a garden, and the Amaranth said to…Poems by Emily Dickinson (Third Series): With a Flower
by EmilyDickinsonSatisfiedSongWith a Flower With a Flower When roses cease to bloom, dear, And violets are done, When bumble-bees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the sun, The…Poems by Emily Dickinson (Third Series): Song
by EmilyDickinsonWith a FlowerLoyaltySong Song Summer for thee grant I may be When summer days are flown! Thy music still when whippoorwill And oriole are done! For thee to bloom, I'…David Morton: Symbol
SymbolDavid MortonMy faith is all a doubtful thing, Wove on a doubtful loom, — Until there comes, each showery spring, A cherry-tree in bloom; And Christ who died upon a tree That death…Percy Bysshe Shelley: Queen Mab Book 9
by Percy Bysshe Shelley 8 Notes on Queen Mab 9 'O happy Earth! reality of Heaven! To which those restless souls that ceaselessly Throng through the human universe, aspire; Thou consummation…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Fringed Gentian
by EmilyDickinsonSummer's ObsequiesNovemberFringed Gentian Fringed Gentian God made a little gentian; It tried to be a rose And failed, and all the summer laughed. But just before the snows…Walt Whitman: Passage to India, Part 7
Part 7Passage indeed O soul to primal thought, Not lands and seas alone, thy own clear freshness, The young maturity of brood and bloom, To realms of budding bibles.O soul, repressless, I…Walt Whitman: You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me
You Lingering Sparse Leaves of MeYou lingering sparse leaves of me on winter-nearing boughs, And I some well-shorn tree of field or orchard-row; You tokens diminute and lorn—(not now the…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…Trending
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