Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
1Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!Oh the Earth was made ...
1Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!Oh the Earth was made ...
3"Sic transit gloria mundi," "How doth the busy bee,""Dum vivimus vivamus," I stay mine enemy!Oh "veni, vidi, vici!" Oh caput ...
299Your Riches - taught me - Poverty.Myself - a MillionaireIn little Wealths, as Girls could boastTill broad as Buenos Ayre ...
Because I could not stop for Death,He kindly stopped for me;The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality.We slowly drove, he ...
545'Tis One by One - the Father counts -And then a Tract betweenSet Cypherless - to teach the EyeThe Value ...
101Will there really be a "Morning"?Is there such a thing as "Day"?Could I see it from the mountainsIf I were ...
The nearest Dream recedes-unrealized-The Heaven we chase,Like the June Bee-before the School Boy,Invites the Race-Stoops-to an easy Clover-Dips-evades-teases-deploys-Then-to the Royal ...
Your Riches -- taught me -- Poverty. Myself -- a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could boast Till broad ...
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day's Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School. (Emily ...
Let Us play Yesterday -- I -- the Girl at school -- You -- and Eternity -- the Untold Tale ...
Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him -- But we couldn't learn! Were Himself -- ...
Delight is as the flight -- Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say -- The Rainbow's ...
'Tis One by One -- the Father counts -- And then a Tract between Set Cypherless -- to teach the ...
The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized -- The Heaven we chase, Like the June Bee -- before the School Boy, ...
Ah, Necromancy Sweet! Ah, Wizard erudite! Teach me the skill, That I instil the pain Surgeons assuage in vain, Nor ...
Will there really be a "Morning"? Is there such a thing as "Day"? Could I see it from the mountains ...
"Sic transit gloria mundi," "How doth the busy bee," "Dum vivimus vivamus," I stay mine enemy! Oh "veni, vidi, vici!" ...
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth ...
Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. ...
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