The Symptom of the Gale — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Symptom of the Gale -- The Second of Dismay -- Between its Rumor and its Face -- Is almost ...
The Symptom of the Gale -- The Second of Dismay -- Between its Rumor and its Face -- Is almost ...
The Test of Love -- is Death -- Our Lord -- "so loved" -- it saith -- What Largest Lover ...
The Things that never can come back, are several -- Childhood -- some forms of Hope -- the Dead -- ...
The things we thought that we should do We other things have done But those peculiar industries Have never been ...
The Sun retired to a cloud A Woman's shawl as big -- And then he sulked in mercury Upon a ...
The Sun went down -- no Man looked on -- The Earth and I, alone, Were present at the Majesty ...
The Sunrise runs for Both -- The East -- Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill -- The Noon unwinds ...
The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life's, Gone Westerly, Today ...
The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know -- Each Other's Convert -- Though the Faith accommodate but Two ...
The Sun -- just touched the Morning -- The Morning -- Happy thing -- Supposed that He had come to ...
The Sun and Fog contested The Government of Day -- The Sun took down his Yellow Whip And drove the ...
The Sun and Moon must make their haste -- The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The ...
The Sun is one -- and on the Tare He doth as punctual call As on the conscientious Flower And ...
The Sun kept setting -- setting -- still No Hue of Afternoon -- Upon the Village I perceived From House ...
The Stars are old, that stood for me -- The West a little worn -- Yet newer glows the only ...
The stem of a departed Flower Has still a silent rank. The Bearer from an Emerald Court Of a Despatch ...
The Stimulus, beyond the Grave His Countenance to see Supports me like imperial Drams Afforded Day by Day. (Emily Dickinson)
The Suburbs of a Secret A Strategist should keep, Better than on a Dream intrude To scrutinize the Sleep. (Emily ...
The Summer that we did not prize, Her treasures were so easy Instructs us by departing now And recognition lazy ...
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend -- Or the most agonizing Spy -- An Enemy -- could send ...
The Soul's distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity -- As Lightning on a Landscape ...
The Spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands -- And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl -- ...
The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect -- that's audible -- That is admitted -- ...
The Spirit lasts -- but in what mode -- Below, the Body speaks, But as the Spirit furnishes -- Apart, ...
The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad -- Diviner Crowd at Home -- Obliterate the need -- ...
The Skies can't keep their secret! They tell it to the Hills -- The Hills just tell the Orchards -- ...
The smouldering embers blush -- Oh Hearts within the Coal Hast thou survived so many years? The smouldering embers smile ...
The Snow that never drifts -- The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving ...
The Soul should always stand ajar That if the Heaven inquire He will not be obliged to wait Or shy ...
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune -- Because I grow -- where Robins do -- But, were I Cuckoo born ...
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