The Wofle New Ballad Of Jane Roney And Mary Brown / William Makepeace Thackeray

An igstrawnary tail I vill tell you this veek--

I stood in the Court of A'Beckett the Beak,

Vere Mrs. Jane Roney, a vidow, I see,

Who charged Mary Brown with a robbin' of she.

This Mary was pore and in misery once,

And she came to Mrs. Roney it's more than twelve monce

She adn't got no bed, nor no dinner, nor no tea,

And kind Mrs. Roney gave Mary all three.

Wild Nights! Wild Nights! / Emily Dickinson

Wild Nights! Wild Nights!

Were I with thee,

Wild Nights should be

Our luxury!

When Roses Cease To Bloom, Dear / Emily Dickinson

When roses cease to bloom, dear

and violets are done,

When bumblebees in solemn flight

Have passed beyond the sun,

We Like March / Emily Dickinson

We like March, his shoes are purple,

He is new and high;

Makes he mud for dog and peddler,

Makes he forest dry;

Knows the adder's tongue his coming,

And begets her spot.

This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies / Emily Dickinson

This quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies

And lads and girls;

Was laughter and ability and sighing,

And frocks and curls;

This Is My Letter To The World / Emily Dickinson

This is my letter to the world,

That never wrote to me,-- 

The simple news that Nature told, 

With tender majesty. 

There's Been a Death in the Opposite House / Emily Dickinson

There's been a death in the opposite house

As lately as today.

I know it by the numb look

Such houses have alway.

There's a certain slant of light, / Emily Dickinson

There's a certain slant of light,

On winter afternoons,

That oppresses, like the weight

Of cathedral tunes.

There Is A Word / Emily Dickinson

There is a word

Which bears a sword

can pierce an armed man.

There Came a Wind Like a Bugle / Emily Dickinson

There came a wind like a bugle;

It quivered through the grass,

And a green chill upon the heat

So ominous did pass

We barred the windows and the doors

As from an emerald ghost;

The doom's electric moccasin

That very instant passed.

The Pedigree of Honey / Emily Dickinson

The pedigree of honey

Does not concern the bee;

A clover, any time, to him

Is aristocracy.

The Only News I Know / Emily Dickinson

The only news I know

Is bulletins all day

From Immortality.

The Mystery of Pain / Emily Dickinson

Pain has an element of blank;

It cannot recollect

When it began, or if there were

A day when it was not.

The Bustle in a House / Emily Dickinson

The bustle in a house

The morning after death

Is solemnest of industries

Enacted upon earth, - 

Summer Shower / Emily Dickinson

A drop fell on the apple tree,

Another on the roof;

A half a dozen kissed the eaves,

And made the gables laugh.

Success is Counted Sweetest / Emily Dickinson

Success is counted sweetest

By those who ne'er succeed.

To comprehend a nectar

Requires sorest need.

Snake / Emily Dickinson

A narrow fellow in the grass

Occasionally rides;

You may have met him, -did you not?

His notice sudden is.

She Sweeps With Many-Colored Brooms / Emily Dickinson

She sweeps with many-colored brooms,

And leaves the shreds behind;

Oh, housewife in the evening west,

Come back, and dust the pond!

My Life Closed Twice Before it Closed / Emily Dickinson

My life closed twice before its close;

It yet remains to see

If Immortality unveil

A third event to me,

I've Known a Heaven Like a Tent / Emily Dickinson

I've known a Heaven like a tent

To wrap its shining yards,

Pluck up its stakes and disappear

Without the sound of boards

Or rip of nail, or carpenter,

But just the miles of stare

That signalize a show's retreat

In North America.