Your Riches – taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)
299Your Riches - taught me - Poverty.Myself - a MillionaireIn little Wealths, as Girls could boastTill broad as Buenos Ayre ...
299Your Riches - taught me - Poverty.Myself - a MillionaireIn little Wealths, as Girls could boastTill broad as Buenos Ayre ...
430It would never be Common-more-I said-Difference-had begun-Many a bitterness-had been-But that old sort-was done-Or-if it sometime-showed-as 'twill-Upon the Downiest-Morn-Such bliss-had ...
400A Tongue - to tell Him I am true!Its fee - to be of Gold -Had Nature - in Her ...
588I cried at Pity-not at Pain-I heard a Woman say"Poor Child"-and something in her voiceConvicted me-of me-So long I fainted, ...
Like trains of cars on tracks of plushI hear the level bee:A jar across the flowers goes,Their velvet masonryWithstands until ...
100A science - so the Savants say,"Comparative Anatomy" -By which a single bone -Is made a secret to unfoldOf some ...
She rose to his requirement, droppedThe playthings of her lifeTo take the honorable workOf woman and of wife.If aught she ...
Your Riches -- taught me -- Poverty. Myself -- a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could boast Till broad ...
Without this -- there is nought -- All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird -- Heard ...
The Day undressed -- Herself -- Her Garter -- was of Gold -- Her Petticoat -- of Purple plain -- ...
She rose to His Requirement -- dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and ...
My God -- He sees thee -- Shine thy best -- Fling up thy Balls of Gold Till every Cubit ...
It would never be Common -- more -- I said -- Difference -- had begun -- Many a bitterness -- ...
It was given to me by the Gods -- When I was a little Girl -- They given us Presents ...
I cried at Pity -- not at Pain -- I heard a Woman say "Poor Child" -- and something in ...
How destitute is he Whose Gold is firm Who finds it every time The small stale Sum -- When Love ...
His Mind like Fabrics of the East Displayed to the despair Of everyone but here and there An humble Purchaser ...
His Feet are shod with Gauze -- His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid. ...
A Tongue -- to tell Him I am true! Its fee -- to be of Gold -- Had Nature -- ...
A science -- so the Savants say, "Comparative Anatomy" -- By which a single bone -- Is made a secret ...
Meeting by Accident, We hovered by design -- As often as a Century An error so divine Is ratified by ...
We should not mind so small a flower -- Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back ...
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old ...
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago -- And now she turns Her perfect ...
A slash of Blue -- A sweep of Gray -- Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky ...
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