Poems by Emily Dickinson
Unfulfilled to Observation --
... In Locality --Unto Us -- the Suns extinguish -- ...
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
... But Gravity -- and Expectation -- and Fear -- ...
Until the Desert knows
... Adjacent sums Enough -- the first Abode ...
Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me
... As Trumpets -- rolled --Feet, small as mine -- have marched in Revolution ...
Unto my Books -- so good to turn --
... And Pain -- is missed -- in Praise --As Flavors -- cheer Retarded Guests ...
Unto the Whole -- how add?
... Has "All" a further realm -- ...
Unworthy of her Breast
... Though by that scathing test ...
Up Life's Hill with my my little Bundle
... If my newest stepOlder feel than the Hope that prompted -- ...
Upon a Lilac Sea
... Who fleeing from the Spring ...
Upon Concluded Lives
... The mixing Bells and Palls --Make Lacerating Tune -- ...
Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird
... And then he lifted up his Throat ...
Upon the gallows hung a wretch,
... "'Twere all I had," she stricken gasped -- ...
Victory comes late --
... The Eagle's Golden Breakfast strangles -- Them -- ...
Wait till the Majesty of Death
... Full purple is his state!A Lord, might dare to lift the Hat ...
Warm in her Hand these accents lie
... Warm in her Hand these accents lie ...
