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 ...
286That after Horror-that 'twas us-That passed the mouldering Pier-Just as the Granite Crumb let go-Our Savior, by a Hair-A second ...
971Robbed by Death-but that was easy-To the failing EyeI could hold the latest Glowing-Robbed by LibertyFor Her Jugular Defences-This, too, ...
198An awful Tempest mashed the air -The clouds were gaunt, and few -A Black - as of a Spectre's CloakHid ...
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights -- With plain inspecting face -- "Did you" or "Did you not," to ...
When Night is almost done -- And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces -- It's time ...
We like a Hairbreadth 'scape It tingles in the Mind Far after Act or Accident Like paragraphs of Wind If ...
To make One's Toilette -- after Death Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is ...
Robbed by Death -- but that was easy -- To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing -- ...
Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun Seductive in the Air -- That Tun is hollow -- but the ...
If anybody's friend be dead It's sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive -- At such and ...
I cannot dance upon my Toes -- No Man instructed me -- But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth ...
Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep To suspend ...
The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying -- this to Us Made Nature ...
Her face was in a bed of hair, Like flowers in a plot -- Her hand was whiter than the ...
Severer Service of myself I -- hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind -- ...
That after Horror -- that 'twas us -- That passed the mouldering Pier -- Just as the Granite Crumb let ...
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth ...
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