Best Famous Caspian Poems

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Written by Emily Dickinson | Least Rivers -- docile to some sea Least Rivers -- docile to some sea. My Caspian -- thee.

Written by Emily Dickinson | Many a phrase has the English language Many a phrase has the English language -- I have heard but one -- Low as the laughter of the Cricket, Loud, as the Thunder's Tongue -- Murmuring, like old Caspian Choirs, When the Tide's a' lull -- Saying itself in new inflection -- Like a Whippoorwill -- Breaking in bright Orthography On my simple sleep -- Thundering its Prospective -- Till I stir, and weep -- Not for the Sorrow, done me -- But the push of Joy -- Say it again, Saxton! Hush -- Only to me!

Written by Emily Dickinson | To lose thee -- sweeter than to gain To lose thee -- sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. 'Tis true the drought is destitute, But then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of sand, Its other realm of sea. Without the sterile perquisite, No Caspian could be.

Written by Emily Dickinson | Until the Desert knows Until the Desert knows That Water grows His Sands suffice But let him once suspect That Caspian Fact Sahara dies Utmost is relative -- Have not or Have Adjacent sums Enough -- the first Abode On the familiar Road Galloped in Dreams --

Written by Emily Dickinson | The Bird did prance -- the Bee did play -- The Bird did prance -- the Bee did play -- The Sun ran miles away So blind with joy he could not choose Between his Holiday The morn was up -- the meadows out The Fences all but ran, Republic of Delight, I thought Where each is Citizen -- From Heavy laden Lands to thee Were seas to cross to come A Caspian were crowded -- Too near thou art for Fame --

Written by Francesco Petrarch | Sonnet CLXXV SONNET CLXXV. Non dall' Ispano Ibero all' Indo Idaspe. HIS WOES ARE UNEXAMPLED. From Spanish Ebro to Hydaspes old,Exploring ocean in its every nook,[Pg 191]From the Red Sea to the cold Caspian shore,In earth, in heaven one only Phœnix dwells.What fortunate, or what disastrous birdOmen'd my fate? which Parca winds my yarn,That I alone find Pity deaf as asp,And wretched live who happy hoped to be?Let me not speak of her, but him her guide,Who all her heart with love and sweetness fills—Gifts which, from him o'erflowing, follow her,Who, that my sweets may sour and cruel be,Dissembleth, careth not, or will not seeThat silver'd, ere my time, these temples are. Macgregor.