Collection: Poetry
Hope by Emily Dickinson
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.
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"Sir Gawain and the Green Knight", "Pearl", "Sir Orfeo" Translated by J.R.R. Tolkien
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101 Great American Poems; The American Poetry & Literacy Project
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101 Ways To Say Thank You; Kelly Browne
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A Child's Garden of Verses; Robert Louis Stevenson
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100 Best Loved Poems; Philip Smith ed.
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