Poems by Emily Dickinson
Banish Air from Air --
... Force Flame And with a Blonde push ...
Be Mine the Doom --
... Be Mine the Doom -- ...
Beauty crowds me till I die
... Beauty crowds me till I die ...
Because 'twas Riches I could own,
... It feels like PovertyAn Earldom out of sight to hold, ...
Because He loves Her
... As Forests touch the WindNot hoping for his notice vast ...
Because my Brook is fluent
... I try to flee To where the Strong assure me ...
Because that you are going
... Yourself forgot to live --The "Life that is" will then have been ...
Because the Bee may blameless hum
... That Bee to ride, or Flower of Furze ...
Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles --
... Fuzz ordained -- not Fuzz contingent -- ...
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
... Before He comes we weigh the Time! ...
Before I got my eye put out
... The News would strike me dead --So safer -- guess -- with just my soul ...
Before you thought of Spring
... You see -- God bless his suddenness -- ...
Behold this little Bane --
... The name of it is Love --To lack of it is Woe -- ...
Belshazzar had a Letter --
... Can read without its Glasses ...
Bereaved of all, I went abroad --
... The Grave preceded me --Obtained my Lodgings, ere myself -- ...
