It troubled me as once I was — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It troubled me as once I was -- For I was once a Child -- Concluding how an Atom -- ...
It troubled me as once I was -- For I was once a Child -- Concluding how an Atom -- ...
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed 'twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held ...
It was a quiet seeming Day -- There was no harm in earth or sky -- Till with the closing ...
It was a quiet way -- He asked if I was his -- I made no answer of the Tongue ...
It rises -- passes -- on our South Inscribes a simple Noon -- Cajoles a Moment with the Spires And ...
It sounded as if the Streets were running And then -- the Streets stood still -- Eclipse -- was all ...
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -- ...
It struck me -- every Day -- The Lightning was as new As if the Cloud that instant slit And ...
It tossed -- and tossed -- A little Brig I knew -- o'ertook by Blast -- It spun -- and ...
It is a lonesome Glee -- Yet sanctifies the Mind -- With fair association -- Afar upon the Wind A ...
It is an honorable Thought And make One lift One's Hat As One met sudden Gentlefolk Upon a daily Street ...
It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation -- But large -- serene -- Burned on -- until through Dissolution -- It ...
It knew no Medicine -- It was not Sickness -- then -- Nor any need of Surgery -- And therefore ...
It makes no difference abroad -- The Seasons -- fit -- the same -- The Mornings blossom into Noons -- ...
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow I could not feel the Anguish go -- But only knew by ...
It dropped so low -- in my Regard -- I heard it hit the Ground -- And go to pieces ...
It came at last but prompter Death Had occupied the House -- His pallid Furniture arranged And his metallic Peace ...
It came his turn to beg -- The begging for the life Is different from another Alms 'Tis Penury in ...
It can't be "Summer"! That -- got through! It's early -- yet -- for "Spring"! There's that long town of ...
Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I'd rather ...
Is Heaven a Physician? They say that He can heal -- But Medicine Posthumous Is unavailable -- Is Heaven an ...
Is it dead -- Find it -- Out of sound -- Out of sight -- "Happy"? Which is wiser -- ...
It always felt to me -- a wrong To that Old Moses -- done -- To let him see -- ...
It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon -- The Flower -- distinct and Red -- I, passing, thought another Noon ...
Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless -- Combine A Chance's faintest Tincture And in ...
In falling Timbers buried -- There breathed a Man -- Outside -- the spades -- were plying -- The Lungs ...
In lands I never saw -- they say Immortal Alps look down -- Whose Bonnets touch the firmament -- Whose ...
In many and reportless places We feel a Joy -- Reportless, also, but sincere as Nature Or Deity -- It ...
In thy long Paradise of Light No moment will there be When I shall long for Earthly Play And mortal ...
Image of Light, Adieu -- Thanks for the interview -- So long -- so short -- Preceptor of the whole ...
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