By The Sea (Emily Dickinson Poems)
I started early, took my dog,And visited the sea;The mermaids in the basementCame out to look at me. And frigates ...
I started early, took my dog,And visited the sea;The mermaids in the basementCame out to look at me. And frigates ...
MY mother bids me bind my hairWith bands of rosy hue,Tie up my sleeves with ribbons rare,And lace my bodice ...
485To make One's Toilette—after DeathHas made the Toilette coolOf only Taste we cared to pleaseIs difficult, and still—That's easier—than Braid ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess, Thirteen summers, or something less; Girlish bust, but womanly air; Smooth, square forehead with ...
Tell, if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come This camphire, storax, spikenard, galbanum, These musks, these ambers, and those ...
OH, would I resembled The country girls fair, Who rosy-red ribbons And yellow hats wear! To believe I was pretty ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
To make One's Toilette -- after Death Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is ...
The Rose did caper on her cheek -- Her Bodice rose and fell -- Her pretty speech -- like drunken ...
Going to Him! Happy letter! Tell Him -- Tell Him the page I didn't write -- Tell Him -- I ...
I started Early -- Took my Dog -- And visited the Sea -- The Mermaids in the Basement Came out ...
Across the floor flits the mechanical toy, fit for a king of several centuries back. A little circus horse with ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane, For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain; Never did Covent Garden boast So bright a batter'd, ...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And ...
Once played to attentive faces music has broken its frame its bodice of always-weak laces the entirely promiscuous art pours ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
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