Poems by Emily Dickinson
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed --
... Her Losses make our Gains ashamed -- ...
Her smile was shaped like other smiles --
... Her smile was shaped like other smiles -- ...
Her sovereign People
... And is as fond of signifying ...
Her spirit rose to such a height
... More prudent to assault the dawn ...
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
... Garland be indeed --Fitter Feet -- of Her before us -- ...
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
... My Bride had slipped away --If 'twas a Dream -- made solid -- just ...
Here, where the Daisies fit my Head
... Here, where the Daisies fit my Head ...
Herein a Blossom lies --
... Cross it, and overcome the Bee -- ...
High from the earth I heard a bird,
... High from the earth I heard a bird, ...
His Bill an Auger is
... He laboreth at every Tree ...
His Bill is clasped -- his Eye forsook --
... Gored through and through with Death, to be ...
His Cheek is his Biographer --
... His Cheek is his Biographer -- ...
His Feet are shod with Gauze --
... His Feet are shod with Gauze -- ...
His little Hearse like Figure
... His little Hearse like Figure ...
His Mansion in the Pool
... Demosthenes has vanished ...
