Poems by Emily Dickinson
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
... And our departure takeAt that enthralling gallop ...
Sweet Mountains -- Ye tell Me no lie --
... Their far -- slow -- Violet Gaze --My Strong Madonnas -- Cherish still -- ...
Sweet Pirate of the heart,
... Sweet Pirate of the heart, ...
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart --
... Invites and then retards the Truth ...
Sweet, to have had them lost
... The nearer they, restored,Shall stand to Our Right Hand -- ...
Take all away --
... The only thing worth larceny ...
Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy,
... When at my very Door are those possessing more, ...
Take your Heaven further on
... This -- to Heaven divine Has gone -- ...
Taken from men -- this morning
... Who marshalled her away --One little maid -- from playmates -- ...
Taking up the fair Ideal,
... For his perjury!Cherishing -- our pool Ideal -- ...
Talk not to me of Summer Trees
... Whose Bugles call the least of us ...
Talk with prudence to a Beggar
... Of your viands, and your wines!Cautious, hint to any Captive ...
Teach Him -- When He makes the names
... Teach Him -- When He makes the names -- ...
Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten
... Scarcely would prevail --Tell had a son -- The ones that knew it ...
Than Heaven more remote,
... Of future days They cannot praise ...
