The Days that we can spare (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Days that we can spare Are those a Function die Or Friend or Nature -- stranded then In our ...
The Days that we can spare Are those a Function die Or Friend or Nature -- stranded then In our ...
The Admirations -- and Contempts -- of time -- Show justest -- through an Open Tomb -- The Dying -- ...
Superiority to Fate Is difficult to gain 'Tis not conferred of Any But possible to earn A pittance at a ...
She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind -- A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find ...
Pain -- expands the Time -- Ages coil within The minute Circumference Of a single Brain -- Pain contracts -- ...
Look back on Time, with kindly eyes -- He doubtless did his best -- How softly sinks that trembling sun ...
Its little Ether Hood Doth sit upon its Head -- The millinery supple Of the sagacious God -- Till when ...
Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with Eternity, ...
It sounded as if the Streets were running And then -- the Streets stood still -- Eclipse -- was all ...
It knew no Medicine -- It was not Sickness -- then -- Nor any need of Surgery -- And therefore ...
Immortal is an ample word When what we need is by But when it leaves us for a time 'Tis ...
If He were living -- dare I ask -- And how if He be dead -- And so around the ...
If anybody's friend be dead It's sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive -- At such and ...
I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl -- Life's little duties do -- precisely -- As the very ...
I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come -- And we are waiting for the ...
I suppose the time will come Aid it in the coming When the Bird will crowd the Tree And the ...
I shall know why -- when Time is over -- And I have ceased to wonder why -- Christ will ...
Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him -- But we couldn't learn! Were Himself -- ...
Death's Waylaying not the sharpest Of the thefts of Time -- There Marauds a sorer Robber, Silence -- is his ...
Before He comes we weigh the Time! 'Tis Heavy and 'tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing ...
Alone and in a Circumstance Reluctant to be told A spider on my reticence Assiduously crawled And so much more ...
'Twas later when the summer went Than when the Cricket came -- And yet we knew that gentle Clock Meant ...
'Twas a long Parting -- but the time For Interview -- had Come -- Before the Judgment Seat of God ...
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography -- Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at ...
Uncertain lease -- develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum -- The shorter Fate -- is oftener the ...
There came a Day at Summer's full, Entirely for me -- I thought that such were for the Saints, Where ...
No Notice gave She, but a Change -- No Message, but a Sigh -- For Whom, the Time did not ...
My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed -- As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me ...
Musicians wrestle everywhere -- All day -- among the crowded air I hear the silver strife -- And -- walking ...
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belonged ...
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