Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough. Emily Dickinson Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.Emily Dickinson, “Hope is the thing with feathers” Luck is not chance, it’s toil; fortune’s expensive smile…
Top 10 Emily Dickinson Poems
“Wild Nights! Wild nights!” “I Felt a Funeral in My Brain” “I’m Nobody! Who are you?” “Hope is a thing with feathers” “Because I could…
I Dwell in Possibility. By Emily Dickinson
I dwell in Possibility– A fairer House than Prose– More numerous of Windows– Superior–for Doors– Of Chambers as the Cedars– Impregnable of Eye– And for an Everlasting Roof The Gambrels of…
Are they even relevant? or 5 Reasons to Read Emily Dickinson’s Poetry even though she died a long time ago
You, like me, probably had to study Emily Dickinson’s poetry as part of your English literature course in high school. You probably read her poem…
“Tell all the truth but tell it slant —.” BY EMILY DICKINSON
Tell all the truth but tell it slant —Success in Circuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth’s superb surpriseAs Lightning to the Children easedWith…
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun. BY EMILY DICKINSON
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun –In Corners – till a DayThe Owner passed – identified –And carried Me away – And now…
Chorus Of Youths And Virgins By Alexander Pope
Semichorus.Oh Tyrant Love! hast thou possestThe prudent, learn’d, and virtuous breast?Wisdom and wit in vain reclaim,And Arts but soften us to feel thy flame.Love, soft…
Chorus Of Athenians By Alexander Pope
Strophe I Ye shades, where sacred truth is sought;Groves, where immortal Sages taught;Where heav’nly visions of Plato fir’d,And Epicurus lay inspir’d!In vain your guiltless laurels…
Celia By Alexander Pope
Celia, we know, is sixty-five,Yet Celia’s face is seventeen;Thus winter in her breast must live,While summer in her face is seen. How cruel Celia’s fate,…
Book IV. Ode I. To Venus. By Alexander Pope
Again? new tumults in my breast? Ah, spare me, Venus! let me, let me rest! I am not now, alas! the man As in the gentle reign of…