The Work of Her that went, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done -- In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires ...
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done -- In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires ...
There is a morn by men unseen -- Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May -- And all ...
This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies And Lads and Girls -- Was laughter and ability and Sighing And Frocks ...
The difference between Despair And Fear -- is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the ...
The farthest Thunder that I heard Was nearer than the Sky And rumbles still, though torrid Noons Have lain their ...
The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go -- The Crocus -- til she rises The Vassal of ...
The Grass so little has to do -- A Sphere of simple Green -- With only Butterflies to brood And ...
The largest Fire ever known Occurs each Afternoon -- Discovered is without surprise Proceeds without concern -- Consumes and no ...
Sunset at Night -- is natural -- But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature -- Master -- So Midnight's -- ...
Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit -- Life! (Emily ...
That it will never come again Is what makes life so sweet. Believing what we don't believe Does not exhilarate. ...
The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially ...
The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none -- Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one. ...
Severer Service of myself I -- hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind -- ...
She slept beneath a tree -- Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute -- She recognized the foot ...
So bashful when I spied her! So pretty -- so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find -- ...
So give me back to Death -- The Death I never feared Except that it deprived of thee -- And ...
Some say goodnight -- at night -- I say goodnight by day -- Good-bye -- the Going utter me -- ...
Sang from the Heart, Sire, Dipped my Beak in it, If the Tune drip too much Have a tint too ...
Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the deep Her troubled question ...
Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart! Did they forsake thee? ...
Publication -- is the Auction Of the Mind of Man -- Poverty -- be justifying For so foul a thing ...
Put up my lute! What of -- my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to charm -- Passive -- ...
Mine Enemy is growing old -- I have at last Revenge -- The Palate of the Hate departs -- If ...
My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist! How martial is ...
Of all the Souls that stand create -- I have elected -- One -- When Sense from Spirit -- files ...
Oh, honey of an hour, I never knew thy power, Prohibit me Till my minutest dower, My unfrequented flower, Deserving ...
On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its ...
Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn't like to come For fear of joggling Him! If I ...
Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal Purple and ...
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