A little bread – a crust – a crumb (Emily Dickinson Poems)
159A little bread - a crust - a crumb -A little trust - a demijohn -Can keep the soul alive ...
159A little bread - a crust - a crumb -A little trust - a demijohn -Can keep the soul alive ...
I had no time to hate, becauseThe grave would hinder me,And life was not so ample ICould finish enmity.Nor had ...
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn't know its Name And hasn't any tax to pay And hasn't any Home ...
Summer begins to have the look Peruser of enchanting Book Reluctantly but sure perceives A gain upon the backward leaves ...
Nature affects to be sedate Upon occasion, grand But let our observation shut Her practices extend To Necromancy and the ...
I had no time to Hate -- Because The Grave would hinder Me -- And Life was not so Ample ...
His little Hearse like Figure Unto itself a Dirge To a delusive Lilac The vanity divulge Of Industry and Morals ...
As far from pity, as complaint -- As cool to speech -- as stone -- As numb to Revelation As ...
A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb -- A little trust -- a demijohn -- Can keep the ...
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies -- Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize -- ...
If I could bribe them by a Rose I'd bring them every flower that grows From Amherst to Cashmere! I ...
I got so I could take his name -- Without -- Tremendous gain -- That Stop-sensation -- on my Soul ...
The Bustle in a House The Morning after Death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon Earth -- The Sweeping up ...
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