Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
1Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!Oh the Earth was made ...
1Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!Oh the Earth was made ...
The Wind begun to knead the Grass-As Women do a Dough-He flung a Hand full at the Plain-A Hand full ...
503Better - than Music! For I - who heard it -I was used - to the Birds - before -This ...
606The Trees like Tassels-hit-and swung-There seemed to rise a TuneFrom Miniature CreaturesAccompanying the Sun-Far Psalteries of Summer-Enamoring the EarThey never ...
592What care the Dead, for Chanticleer-What care the Dead for Day?'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face-And Purple Ribaldry-of MorningPour ...
617Don't put up my Thread and Needle -I'll begin to SewWhen the Birds begin to whistle -Better Stitches - so ...
Heaven has different Signs-to me-Sometimes, I think that NoonIs but a symbol of the Place-And when again, at Dawn,A mighty ...
I had been hungry, all the Years-My Noon had Come-to dine-I trembling drew the Table near-And touched the Curious Wine-'Twas ...
The day came slow, till five o'clockThen sprang before the hillsLike hindered rubies, or the lightA sudden musket spillsThe purple ...
766My Faith is larger than the Hills -So when the Hills decay -My Faith must take the Purple WheelTo show ...
A drop fell on the apple treeAnother on the roof;A half a dozen kissed the eaves,And made the gables laugh.A ...
54If I should die,And you should live-And time should gurgle on-And morn should beam-And noon should burn-As it has usual ...
949Under the Light, yet under,Under the Grass and the Dirt,Under the Beetle's CellarUnder the Clover's Root,Further than Arm could stretchWere ...
602Of Brussels-it was not-Of Kidderminster? Nay-The Winds did buy it of the Woods-They-sold it unto meIt was a gentle price-The ...
101Will there really be a "Morning"?Is there such a thing as "Day"?Could I see it from the mountainsIf I were ...
They shut me up in Prose —As when a little GirlThey put me in the Closet —Because they liked me ...
198An awful Tempest mashed the air -The clouds were gaunt, and few -A Black - as of a Spectre's CloakHid ...
176I'm the little "Heart's Ease"!I don't care for pouting skies!If the Butterfly delayCan I, therefore, stay away?If the Coward Bumble ...
Two butterflies went out at noonAnd waltzed above a stream,Then stepped straight through the firmamentAnd rested on a beam;And then ...
346Not probable-The barest Chance-A smile too few-a word too muchAnd far from Heaven as the Rest-The Soul so close on ...
248Why-do they shut Me out of Heaven?Did I sing-too loud?But-I can say a little "Minor"Timid as a Bird!Wouldn't the Angels ...
655Without this-there is nought-All other Riches beAs is the Twitter of a Bird-Heard opposite the Sea-I could not care-to gainA ...
514Her smile was shaped like other smiles-The Dimples ran along-And still it hurt you, as some BirdDid hoist herself, to ...
164Mama never forgets her birds,Though in another tree-She looks down just as oftenAnd just as tenderlyAs when her little mortal ...
96Sexton! My Master's sleeping here.Pray lead me to his bed!I came to build the Bird's nest,And sow the Early seed-That ...
805This Bauble was preferred of Bees-By Butterflies admiredAt Heavenly-Hopeless Distances-Was justified of Bird-Did Noon-enamel-in HerselfWas Summer to a ScoreWho only ...
774It is a lonesome Glee-Yet sanctifies the Mind-With fair association-Afar upon the WindA Bird to overhearDelight without a Cause-Arrestless as ...
135Water, is taught by thirst.Land—by the Oceans passed.Transport—by throe—Peace—by its battles told—Love, by Memorial Mold—Birds, by the Snow.(Emily Dickinson)
Without this -- there is nought -- All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird -- Heard ...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel -- Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As 'twere a ...
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