Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away (Emily Dickinson)
There's Ransom in a Voice -- But Silence is Infinity. (Emily Dickinson, "")
The Mind lives on the Heart Like any Parasite -- If that is full of Meat The Mind is fat. (Emily Dickinson, "")
We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg. (Emily Dickinson)
Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call the surgeon to commend the bone, but to set it, Sir. (Emily Dickinson)
But during March and April None stir abroad Without a cordial interview With God. (Emily Dickinson, "")
Tomorrow, night will come again -- Perhaps, weary and sore -- Ah Bugle! (Emily Dickinson, "")
Robins, in the tradition Did cover such with leaves, But which the cheek -- And which the pall My scrutiny deceives. (Emily Dickinson, "")
It has no Future -- but itself -- Its Infinite contain Its Past -- enlightened to perceive New Periods -- of Pain. (Emily Dickinson, "")
The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none -- Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one. (Emily Dickinson, "")
Or a leaving Home, or later, Parting with a World We have understood for better Still to be explained. (Emily Dickinson, "")
An Altitude of Death, that could No bitterer debar Than Life -- had done -- before it -- Yet -- there is a Science more -- (Emily Dickinson, "")
Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast -- Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest! (Emily Dickinson, "")