Poems by Emily Dickinson
Funny -- to be a Century
... But then -- I'm not so staid -- as He --He keeps His Secrets safely -- very -- ...
Further in Summer than the Birds
... Repose to typifyRemit as yet no Grace ...
Gathered into the Earth,
... Gathered so that strange Fame -- ...
Give little Anguish
... Straighten -- look cautious for their Breath -- ...
Given in Marriage unto Thee
... Other Betrothal shall dissolve -- ...
Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril
... Hearty with Boys the Road --Shot the lithe Sleds like shod vibrations ...
Glory is that bright tragic thing
... Glory is that bright tragic thing ...
Glowing is her Bonnet,
... Save by tearful rill --Save by loving sunrise ...
Go not too near a House of Rose --
... Alarms its walls away --Nor try to tie the Butterfly, ...
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself
... Go boldly -- for thou paid'st his price ...
Go thy great way!
... For what are Stars but Asterisks ...
God made a little Gentian
... And Mockery -- was still --The Frosts were her condition -- ...
God made no act without a cause,
... God made no act without a cause, ...
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
... The Fox fits the Hound --Good to know, and not tell, ...
Great Caesar! Condescend
... Gathered by Cato's Daughter, ...
