Emily Dickinson / edited by Frances S. Bolin ; illustrated by Chi Chung.
Tipo de material: TextoSeries Poetry for young peopleEditor: New York, NY : Sterling Pub. Co. :, 2008Descripción: 48 páginas : ilustraciones a colorTipo de contenido:- texto
- no mediado
- volumen
- 1402754736
- 9781402754739
- 811.4 D553e 2008
Tipo de ítem | Biblioteca actual | Colección | Signatura topográfica | Estado | Notas | Fecha de vencimiento | Código de barras | Reserva de ítems | |
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Libro | Biblioteca Unidad Fundadores | Colección General | 811.4 D553e 2008 (Navegar estantería(Abre debajo)) | Disponible | GEN | 33409002659369 |
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809.93384 A978t 2009 Tal vez soñar : filosofía en la gran literatura / | 811.3 W615h 1999 Hojas de hierba / | 811.3 W615ha 1999 Hojas de hierba : antología / | 811.4 D553e 2008 Emily Dickinson / | 811.54 A584p 1995 Phenomenal woman : four poems celebrating women / | 811.54 A584s 2001 Still I rise : art by Diego Rivera / | 811.54 A819d 1994 Diagrama de flujo / |
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_ Hope is the thing with feathers -- It´s all I have to bring today -- I started early, took my dog -- I´m nobody! Who are you? -- I hide myself within my flower -- I dwell in possibility -- Will there really be a morning? -- I´ll tell you how the sun rose -- She sweeps with many-colored brooms -- I know some lonely houses off the road -- Moon was but a chin of gold -- Pink, small, and punctual -- His bill an auger is -- Everywhere of silver -- I like to see it lap the miles -- Fuzzy fellow without feet -- It sifts from leaden sieves -- Narrow fellow in the grass -- Dear March, come in! -- Bee, I´m expecting you! -- Grass so little has to do -- Bird came down the walk -- Bee is not afraid of me -- Soft sea washed around the house -- To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee -- Pedigree of honey -- Forbidden fruit a flavor has -- Wind begun to rock the grass -- Morns are meeker than they were -- I have not told my garden yet -- My river runs to thee -- I never saw a moor -- There is no frigate like a book -- If I can stop one heart from breaking -- Word is dead -- In this short life.
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