Poems by Emily Dickinson
"Was not" was all the Statement.
... They wore no Lexicons --But lest our Speculation ...
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight
... 'Tis Transport wild as thrills the Graves ...
'Tis customary as we part
... When Lovers be afar --'Tis various -- as the various taste -- ...
'Tis easier to pity those when dead
... 'Tis easier to pity those when dead ...
'Tis good -- the looking back on Grief --
... Of All Conceived Joy --To recollect how Busy Grass ...
'Tis little I -- could care for Pearls
... With Rubies -- pelteth me --Or Gold -- who am the Prince of Mines -- ...
'Tis my first night beneath the Sun
... 'Tis my first night beneath the Sun ...
'Tis not the swaying frame we miss,
... 'Tis not the swaying frame we miss, ...
'Tis One by One -- the Father counts --
... Adorning all the Rule --'Tis mostly Slate and Pencil -- ...
'Tis Opposites -- entice
... For deeming -- Beggars -- play --To lack -- enamor Thee -- ...
'Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War
... 'Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War ...
'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates
... A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more --To scan a Ghost, is faint -- ...
'Tis Sunrise -- Little Maid -- Hast Thou
... Retrieve thine industry --'Tis Noon -- My little Maid -- ...
'Tis true -- They shut me in the Cold --
... Through Their beloved Blame --The Harm They did -- was short -- And since ...
'Twas a long Parting -- but the time
... The last -- and second timeThese Fleshless Lovers met -- ...
