The Procession of MasksB.J. Brimmer Company, 1923 - 256 pagine This lengthy volume is dedicated to educating readers about the various poetic styles and elements in the poetry of Emily Dickinson among others.??The author states that "in the poetry of Emily Dickinson, we overhear the solitary ejaculations of a personality whose last thought was an audience." |
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Pagina 19 - Vibrate with her seclusion. We tell you, tapping on our brows, The story as it should be, As if the story of a house Were told, or ever could be; We'll have no kindly veil between Her visions and those we have seen, As if we guessed what hers have been, Or what they are or would be. Meanwhile we do no harm; for they That with a god have striven, Not hearing much of what we say, Take what the god has given; Though like waves breaking it may be, Or like a changed familiar tree, Or like a stairway to...
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Pagina 53 - It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bells Put out their tongues, for noon.
Pagina 116 - On arriving at a hill, I would slowly ride to its summit and stand there to survey the prospect. On every side it stretched away in great undulations...
Pagina 182 - The lofty shade advances, I fetch my flute and play: Come, lads, and learn the dances And praise the tune to-day. To-morrow, more's the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty, And to earth I.
Pagina 175 - Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough The land and not the sea, And leave the soldiers at their drill, And all about the idle hill Shepherd your sheep with me. Oh stay with company and mirth And daylight and the air; Too full already is the grave Of fellows that were good and brave And died because they were.
Pagina 172 - EPITAPH I NEVER cared for Life : Life cared for me, And hence I owed it some fidelity. It now says, " Cease ; at length thou hast learnt to grind Sufficient toll for an unwilling mind, And I dismiss thee — not without regard That thou didst ask no ill-advised reward, Nor sought in me much. more than thou couldst find.