Emily Dickinson

Poems by Emily Dickinson

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The Moon is distant from the Sea – (387)

... He comes just so far – toward the Town – ...

It was not Death, for I stood up, (355)

... When everything that ticked - has stopped - ...

“Faith” is fine invention (202)

... But Microscopes are prudent ...

The Admirations—and Contempts—of time

... 906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of time— ...

They have a little Odor—that to me

... 785 They have a little Odor—that to me ...

It struck me—every Day

... But Nature lost the Date of This— ...

What shall I do—it whimpers so

... Or if it dare—to climb your dizzy knee— ...

Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red

... 595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red ...

So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem

... 329 So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem ...

I shall know why—when Time is over

... Christ will explain each separate anguish ...

The World—feels Dusty

... Dews of Thessaly, to fetch— ...

I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to

... 697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to— ...

The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung

... 606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung— ...

I see thee better—in the Dark

... To Those whose Dark—hath so—surpassing Sun— ...

I found the phrase to every thought

... I found the phrase to every thought ...

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