My first well Day – since many ill (Emily Dickinson Poems)
574My first well Day - since many ill -I asked to go abroad,And take the Sunshine in my hands,And see ...
574My first well Day - since many ill -I asked to go abroad,And take the Sunshine in my hands,And see ...
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 ...
A something in a summer's DayAs slow her flambeaux burn awayWhich solemnizes me.A something in a summer's noon -A depth ...
627The Tint I cannot take-is best-The Color too remoteThat I could show it in Bazaar-A Guinea at a sight-The fine-impalpable ...
Nature-the Gentlest Mother is,Impatient of no Child-The feeblest-or the waywardest-Her Admonition mild-In Forest-and the Hill-By Traveller-be heard-Restraining Rampant Squirrel-Or too ...
173A fuzzy fellow, without feet,Yet doth exceeding run!Of velvet, is his Countenance,And his Complexion, dun!Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass!Sometime, ...
130These are the days when Birds come back-A very few-a Bird or two-To take a backward look.These are the days ...
As imperceptibly as grief The summer lapsed away, — Too imperceptible, at last, To seem like perfidy. A quietness distilled, ...
513Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,But never deemed the dripping prizeAwaited their-low Brows-Or Bees-that thought the Summer's nameSome ...
956What shall I do when the Summer troubles-What, when the Rose is ripe-What when the Eggs fly off in MusicFrom ...
631Ourselves were wed one summer-dear-Your Vision-was in June-And when Your little Lifetime failed,I wearied-too-of mine-And overtaken in the Dark-Where You ...
Her final Summer was it-And yet We guessed it not-If tenderer industriousnessPervaded Her, We thoughtA further force of lifeDeveloped from ...
72Glowing is her Bonnet,Glowing is her Cheek,Glowing is her Kirtle,Yet she cannot speak.Better as the DaisyFrom the Summer hillVanish unrecordedSave ...
397When Diamonds are a Legend,And Diadems-a Tale-I Brooch and Earrings for Myself,Do sow, and Raise for sale-And tho' I'm scarce ...
When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye -- When I con the ...
Without a smile -- Without a Throe A Summer's soft Assemblies go To their entrancing end Unknown -- for all ...
Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights Italic flavor yield To Intellects inebriate With Summer, or the World -- Generic ...
Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy -- For Greatness, that is ill at ease In minor ...
When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems -- a Tale -- I Brooch and Earrings for Myself, Do sow, and ...
What shall I do when the Summer troubles -- What, when the Rose is ripe -- What when the Eggs ...
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer -- What care the Dead for Day? 'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face ...
We wear our sober Dresses when we die, But Summer, frilled as for a Holiday Adjourns her sigh -- (Emily ...
To her derided Home A Weed of Summer came -- She did not know her station low Nor Ignominy's Name ...
These are the Nights that Beetles love -- From Eminence remote Drives ponderous perpendicular His figure intimate The terror of ...
There is a Zone whose even Years No Solstice interrupt -- Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon Whose perfect Seasons wait ...
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And ...
The Winters are so short -- I'm hardly justified In sending all the Birds away -- And moving into Pod ...
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying ...
The Skies can't keep their secret! They tell it to the Hills -- The Hills just tell the Orchards -- ...
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