Denial — is the only fact (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Denial -- is the only fact Perceived by the Denied -- Whose Will -- a numb significance -- The Day ...
Denial -- is the only fact Perceived by the Denied -- Whose Will -- a numb significance -- The Day ...
Delayed till she had ceased to know -- Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay -- ...
Delight -- becomes pictorial -- When viewed through Pain -- More fair -- because impossible Than any gain -- The ...
Delight is as the flight -- Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say -- The Rainbow's ...
Death is the supple Suitor That wins at last -- It is a stealthy Wooing Conducted first By pallid innuendoes ...
Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were ...
Death warrants are supposed to be An enginery of equity A merciful mistake A pencil in an Idol's Hand A ...
Death's Waylaying not the sharpest Of the thefts of Time -- There Marauds a sorer Robber, Silence -- is his ...
Declaiming Waters none may dread -- But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature ...
Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep To suspend ...
Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart Upon the hither side Has Dowers of Prospective To Denizens denied Inquire of ...
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Then crouch within the door -- Red -- is the Fire's ...
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the ...
Death is potential to that Man Who dies -- and to his friend -- Beyond that -- unconspicuous To Anyone ...
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable 'Twould crumble with the weight. (Emily Dickinson)
Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell Be once disclosed to us The clamor for their loveliness Would burst the ...
Count not that far that can be had, Though sunset lie between -- Nor that adjacent, that beside, Is further ...
Could I -- then -- shut the door -- Lest my beseeching face -- at last -- Rejected -- be ...
Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit ...
Consulting summer's clock, But half the hours remain. I ascertain it with a shock -- I shall not look again. ...
Contained in this short Life Are magical extents The soul returning soft at night To steal securer thence As Children ...
Cosmopolities without a plea Alight in every Land The compliments of Paradise From those within my Hand Their dappled Journey ...
Could -- I do more -- for Thee -- Wert Thou a Bumble Bee -- Since for the Queen, have ...
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done -- Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none -- Balked ...
Come show thy Durham Breast To her who loves thee best, Delicious Robin -- And if it be not me ...
Come slowly -- Eden! Lips unused to Thee -- Bashful -- sip thy Jessamines -- As the fainting Bee -- ...
Confirming All who analyze In the Opinion fair That Eloquence is when the Heart Has not a Voice to spare ...
Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns -- Adds poignancy to Winter -- The Shivering Fancy turns To a fictitious Country ...
Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend -- He doth not attest by Posture -- Nor Confirm ...
Candor -- my tepid friend -- Come not to play with me -- The Myrrhs, and Mochas, of the Mind ...
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