The Heart asks Pleasure — first — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Heart asks Pleasure -- first -- And then -- Excuse from Pain -- And then -- those little Anodyness ...
The Heart asks Pleasure -- first -- And then -- Excuse from Pain -- And then -- those little Anodyness ...
The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy. My flowers ...
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, The maddest noise that grows, -- The birds, they make it in the spring, ...
Is it too late to touch you, Dear? We this moment knew -- Love Marine and Love terrene -- Love ...
Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face Mind thee in Paradise Of ours! ...
My friend must be a Bird -- Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies! Barbs has ...
My River runs to thee -- Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply -- Oh Sea -- look ...
Our lives are Swiss -- So still -- so Cool -- Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains ...
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is ...
I dwell in Possibility -- A fairer House than Prose -- More numerous of Windows -- Superior -- for Doors ...
I had a guinea golden -- I lost it in the sand -- And tho' the sum was simple And ...
I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And ...
I took my power in my hand And went AGAINST the world 'Twas not so much as David had But ...
A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest -- I've heard the Hunter tell -- 'Tis but the Ecstasy of death -- ...
Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest ...
Behind Me -- dips Eternity -- Before Me -- Immortality -- Myself -- the Term between -- Death but the ...
Could live -- did live -- Could die -- did die -- Could smile upon the whole Through faith in ...
Crumbling is not an instant's Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation's processes Are organized Decays. 'Tis first a Cobweb on the ...
These are the days when Birds come back -- A very few -- a Bird or two -- To take ...
We grow accustomed to the Dark -- When light is put away -- As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp ...
'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe -- 'Tis dimmer than a Lace -- No stature has it, like a Fog ...
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he ...
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period -- When March is scarcely here ...
Papa above! Regard a Mouse O'erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom A "Mansion" for the Rat! Snug in ...
So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today -- So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away -- Oozed ...
The morns are meeker than they were -- The nuts are getting brown -- The berry's cheek is plumper -- ...
The Sun in reigning to the West Makes not as much of sound As Cart of man in road below ...
There came a wind like a bugle It quivered through the GRASS, And a green chill upon the heat So ...
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, Impatient of no Child -- The feeblest -- or the waywardest -- Her Admonition ...
I had been hungry, all the Years -- My Noon had Come -- to dine -- I trembling drew the ...
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