Hope is the thing with feathers:
"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me."
2007-05-06 09:36:20
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answered by Anonymous
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Part Four: Time and Eternity
VII
EXULTATION is the going
Of an inland soul to sea,—
Past the houses, past the headlands,
Into deep eternity!
Bred as we, among the mountains,
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the first league out from land?
2007-05-06 11:14:24
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answered by Zholla 7
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As time went on, her poetry have been given extra and extra just about mystical, so her poems might have various distinctive meanings. She extensively utilized words in new/exciting techniques. And her writing packed a punch -- she ought to declare in 10 words what finished novels had tried to declare.
2016-10-30 12:14:32
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answered by griglik 4
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I'm Nobody! Who are You?
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
I don't know if it is the most popular, but it is my favorite.
2007-05-06 09:35:39
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answered by Beach Saint 7
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