Poems begining by T

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The Butterfly's Assumption Gown

© Emily Dickinson

The Butterfly's Assumption Gown
In Chrysoprase Apartments hung
This afternoon put on --

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The Butterfly upon the Sky,

© Emily Dickinson

The Butterfly upon the Sky,
That doesn't know its Name
And hasn't any tax to pay
And hasn't any Home

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The butterfly obtains

© Emily Dickinson

The butterfly obtains
But little sympathy
Though favorably mentioned
In Entomology --

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The Butterfly in honored Dust

© Emily Dickinson

The Butterfly in honored Dust
Assuredly will lie
But none will pass the Catacomb
So chastened as the Fly --

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The Brain, within its Groove

© Emily Dickinson

The Brain, within its Groove
Runs evenly -- and true --
But let a Splinter swerve --
'Twere easier for You --

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The Bone that has no Marrow,

© Emily Dickinson

The Bone that has no Marrow,
What Ultimate for that?
It is not fit for Table
For Beggar or for Cat.

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The Body grows without --

© Emily Dickinson

The Body grows without --
The more convenient way --
That if the Spirit -- like to hide
Its Temple stands, alway,

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The Bobolink is gone --

© Emily Dickinson

The Bobolink is gone --
The Rowdy of the Meadow --
And no one swaggers now but me --
The Presbyterian Birds

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The Blunder is in estimate.

© Emily Dickinson

The Blunder is in estimate.
Eternity is there
We say, as of a Station --
Meanwhile he is so near

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The Black Berry -- wears a Thorn in his side --

© Emily Dickinson

The Black Berry -- wears a Thorn in his side --
But no Man heard Him cry --
He offers His Berry, just the same
To Partridge -- and to Boy --

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The Birds reported from the South --

© Emily Dickinson

The Birds reported from the South --
A News express to Me --
A spicy Charge, My little Posts --
But I am deaf -- Today --

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The Birds begun at Four o'clock --

© Emily Dickinson

The Birds begun at Four o'clock --
Their period for Dawn --
A Music numerous as space --
But neighboring as Noon --

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The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb

© Emily Dickinson

The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
What merit have the Tune
No Breakfast if it guaranty

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The Bird her punctual music brings

© Emily Dickinson

The Bird her punctual music brings
And lays it in its place --
Its place is in the Human Heart
And in the Heavenly Grace --

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The Bird did prance -- the Bee did play --

© Emily Dickinson

The Bird did prance -- the Bee did play --
The Sun ran miles away
So blind with joy he could not choose
Between his Holiday

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The Bible is an antique Volume --

© Emily Dickinson

The Bible is an antique Volume --
Written by faded men
At the suggestion of Holy Spectres --
Subjects -- Bethlehem --

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The Beggar Lad -- dies early --

© Emily Dickinson

The Beggar Lad -- dies early --
It's Somewhat in the Cold --
And Somewhat in the Trudging feet --
And haply, in the World --

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The Beggar at the Door for Fame

© Emily Dickinson

The Beggar at the Door for Fame
Were easily supplied
But Bread is that Diviner thing
Disclosed to be denied

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The Battle fought between the Soul

© Emily Dickinson

The Battle fought between the Soul
And No Man -- is the One
Of all the Battles prevalent --
By far the Greater One --

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The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings --

© Emily Dickinson

The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings --
Like fallow Article --
And not a song pervade his Lips --
Or none perceptible.