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Poems by Emily Dickinson Above Oblivions Tide there is a Pi Abraham to kill him- Absence disembodies-so does Death Absent Place-an April Day Adrift A little boat adrift Advance is Lifes condition Afraid Of whom am I afraid After all Birds have been investig After a hundred years After great pain a formal feeling After the Sun comes out Again-his voice is at the door Ah Moon-and Star Ah Necromancy Sweet Ah Teneriffe Air has no Residence no Neighbor All but Death can be Adjusted All Circumstances are the Frame All forgot for recollecting All I may if small All men for Honor hardest work All overgrown by cunning moss All that I do All these my banners be All the letters I can write All things swept sole away Alone and in a Circumstance Alone I cannot be Alter When the Hills do Although I put away his life Always Mine Ambition cannot find him Ample make this Bed And this of all my Hopes And with what body do they come- Angels in the early morning Answer July An altered look about the hills An antiquated Grace An Antiquated Tree An awful Tempest mashed the air An honest Tear An Hour is a Sea An ignorance a Sunset Apology for Her Apparently with no surprise Arcturus is his other name Are Friends Delight or Pain Arrows enamored of his Heart- Artists wrestled here Art thou the thing I wanted Ashes denote that Fire was- As by the dead we love to sit As Children bid the Guest Good Nig As Everywhere of Silver As far from pity as complaint As from the earth the light Balloo As Frost is best conceived As if I asked a common Alms As if some little Arctic flower As if the Sea should part As imperceptibly as Grief As imperceptibly as Grief1540As im As One does Sickness over As plan for Noon and plan for Nigh As Sleigh Bells seem in summer As subtle as tomorrow As Summer into Autumn slips As the Starved Maelstrom laps the As Watchers hang upon the East As we pass Houses musing slow As willing lid oer weary eye Papa above At Half past Three a single Bird At last to be identified At least-to pray-is left-is left At leisure is the Soul Aurora is the effort Autumn-overlooked my Knitting Awake ye muses nine sing me a stra Away from Home are some and I- A Bee his burnished Carriage A Bird came down the Walk A Burdock-clawed my Gown A Cap of Lead across the sky A Charm invests a face A chilly Peace infests the Grass A Clock stopped A Cloud withdrew from the Sky A Coffin-is a small Domain A Counterfeit-a Plated Person- A curious Cloud surprised the Sky A darting fear-a pomp-a tear A Day Help Help Another Day A Death blow is a Life blow to Som A Deed knocks first at Thought A Dew sufficed itself- A Diamond on the Hand A Dimple in the Tomb A Door just opened on a street A doubt if it be Us A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork A Dying Tiger-moaned for Drink A emWounded em Deer-leaps highest A face devoid of love or grace A faded Boy-in sallow Clothes A feather from the Whippoorwill A Field of Stubble lying sere A first Mute Coming A Flower will not trouble her it h A full fed Rose on meals of Tint A fuzzy fellow without feet A great Hope fell A happy lip-breaks sudden A House upon the Height A Lady red-amid the Hill A lane of Yellow led the eye A Letter is a joy of Earth- A Light exists in Spring A little bread-a crust-a crumb A little Dog that wags his tail A little East of Jordan A little Madness in the Spring A little overflowing word A little Road-not made of Man A little Snow was here and there A long-long Sleep-A famous-Sleep A loss of something ever felt I A Man may make a Remark A Mien to move a Queen A Mine there is no Man would own A Moth the hue of this A Murmur in the Trees-to note A narrow Fellow in the Grass A nearness to Tremendousness A Night-there lay the Days between A Pang is more conspicuous in Spri A Pit-but Heaven over it- A Planted Life-diversified A poor-torn heart-a tattered heart A precious-mouldering pleasure A Prison gets to be a friend A Rat surrendered here A prompt-executive Bird is the Jay A Route of Evanescence A Saucer holds a Cup A science-so the Savants say A Secret told A sepal petal and a thorn A Shade upon the mind there passes A shady friend-for Torrid days A Sickness of this World it most o A single Clover Plank A single Screw of Flesh A slash of Blue A Sloop of Amber slips away A soft Sea washed around the House A solemn thing-it was-I said A Solemn thing within the Soul A something in a summers Day A South Wind-has a pathos A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig A Spider sewed at Night A stagnant pleasure like a Pool A still-Volcano-Life A Thought went up my mind today A throe upon the features A Toad can die of Light A Tongue-to tell Him I am true A Tooth upon Our Peace A train went through a burial gate A transport one cannot contain A Visitor in Marl A Weight with Needles on the pound A Wife-at daybreak I shall be A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds A Wind that rose A winged spark doth soar about- A word is dead A Word dropped careless on a Page A Word made Flesh is seldom A World made penniless by that dep Back from the cordial Grave I drag Baffled for just a day or two Banish Air from Air- Beauty-be not caused-It Is Beauty crowds me till I die Because He loves Her Because I could not stop for Death Because my Brook is fluent Because that you are going Because the Bee may blameless hum Because twas Riches I could own Bees are Black with Gilt Surcingle Bee Im expecting you Before He comes we weigh the Time Before I got my eye put out Before the ice is in the pools Before you thought of Spring Behind Me-dips Eternity Behold this little Bane- Belshazzar had a Letter- Bereaved of all I went abroad Bereavement in their death to feel Besides the Autumn poets sing Besides this May Best Gains-must have the Losses Te Best Things dwell out of Sight Best Witchcraft is Geometry Betrothed to Righteousness might b Better-than Music For I-who heard Between My Country-and the Others Between the form of Life and Life Be Mine the Doom- Bind me-I still can sing- Birthday of but a single pang Blazing in Gold and quenching in P Bless God he went as soldiers Bliss is the plaything of the chil Bloom-is Result-to meet a Flower Bloom upon the Mountain-stated Blossoms will run away Bound-a trouble Bring me the sunset in a cup Brother of Ingots-Ah Peru- But little Carmine hath her face By a departing light By a flower-By a letter By Chivalries as tiny By homely gift and hindered Words By my Window have I for Scenery By such and such an offering Candor-my tepid friend- Circumference thou Bride of Awe Civilization-spurns-the Leopard Climbing to reach the costly Heart Cocoon above Cocoon below Color-Caste-Denomination Come show thy Durham Breast Come slowly-Eden Conferring with myself Confirming All who analyze Conjecturing a Climate Conscious am I in my Chamber Consulting summers clock Contained in this short Life Cosmopolities without a plea Could-I do more-for Thee Could emI em-then-shut the door Could Hope inspect her Basis Snow flakes Could I but ride indefinite Could live-emdid em live Could mortal lip divine Could that sweet Darkness where th Count not that far that can be had Crisis is a Hair Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart Crumbling is not an instants Act Dare you see a Soul at the White H Dear March-Come in- Deaths Waylaying not the sharpest Death is a Dialogue between Death is like the insect Death is potential to that Man Death is the supple Suitor Death leaves Us homesick who behin Death sets a Thing significant Death warrants are supposed to be Declaiming Waters none may dread- Defrauded I a Butterfly Delayed till she had ceased to kno Delight-becomes pictorial Delights Despair at setting Delight is as the flight Denial-is the only fact Departed-to the Judgment Deprived of other Banquet Despairs advantage is achieved Dew-is the Freshet in the Grass- Did lifes penurious length Did Our Best Moment last Did the Harebell loose her girdle Did We abolish Frost Did we disobey Him Did you ever stand in a Caverns Mo Distrustful of the Gentian Distance-is not the Realm of Fox Dominion lasts until obtained- Dont put up my Thread and Needle Doom is the House without the Door Doubt Me My Dim Companion Down Times quaint stream Do People moulder equally Drab Habitation of Whom Dramas Vitallest Expression is the Dreams-are well-but Wakings better Dreams are the subtle Dower Dropped into the Ether Acre Drowning is not so pitiful Dust is the only Secret Dying at my music Dying Dying in the night Dying To be afraid of thee Each Life Converges to some Centre Each Scar Ill keep for Him Each Second is the last Each that we lose takes part of us Eden is that old-fashioned House Elijahs Wagon knew no thill Elizabeth told Essex Embarrassment of one another emOne Life em of so much Consequen Empty my Heart of Thee emSpeech em-is a prank of emParlia Endanger it and the Demand Ended ere it begun- Endow the Living-with the Tears Escape is such a thankful Word Escaping backward to perceive Essential Oils-are wrung Estranged from Beauty-none can be- Except the Heaven had come so near Except the smaller size Except to Heaven she is nought Exhilaration-is within Exhilaration is the Breeze Expanse cannot be lost- Expectation-is Contentment Experience is the Angled Road Experiment escorts us last- Experiment to me Extol thee-could I Then I will Exultation is the going Facts by our side are never sudden Fairer through Fading-as the Day Faith-is the Pierless Bridge Faithful to the end Amended Faith is a fine invention Falsehood of Thee could I suppose Fames Boys and Girls who never die Fame is a bee Fame is a fickle food Fame is the one that does not stay Fame is the tine that Scholars lea Fame of Myself to justify Far from Love the Heavenly Father Fate slew Him but He did not drop- Few yet enough Finding is the first Act Finite-to fail but infinite to Ven Fitter to see Him I may be Floss wont save you from an Abyss Flowers-Well-if anybody Follow wise Orion Forbidden Fruit a flavor has Forever-it composed of Nows Forever at His side to walk Forever honored by the Tree Forget The lady with the Amulet Fortitude incarnate For Death-or rather For each ecstatic instant For every Bird a Nest For largest Womans Hearth I knew For this-accepted Breath Four Trees-upon a solitary Acre Frequently the wood are pink Frigid and sweet Her parting Face- From all the Jails the Boys and Gi From Blank to Blank From Cocoon forth a Butterfly From his slim Palace in the Dust From Us She wandered now a Year Funny-to be a Century Further in Summer than the Birds Garland for Queens may be Gathered into the Earth Given in Marriage unto Thee Give little Anguish Glass was the Street-in tinsel Per Glee-The great storm is over Glory is that bright tragic thing Glowing is her Bonnet God gave a Loaf to every Bird God is a distant-stately Lover God is indeed a jealous God-J God made a little Gentian God made no act without a cause God permits industrious Angels Going to Heaven Going to Him Happy letter Good Morning-Midnight Good night because we must Go tell it-What a Message- Good Night Which put the Candle ou Good to hide and hear em hunt Go not too near a House of Rose- Go slow my soul to feed thyself Go thy great way Go travelling with us Gratitude-is not the mention Great Caesar Condescend Great Streets of silence led away Grief is a Mouse Growth of Man-like Growth of Natur Guest am I to have Had I known that the first was the Had I not seen the Sun Had I not This or This I said Had I presumed to hope Had this one Day not been Had we known the Ton she bore Had we our senses Have any like Myself Have you got a Brook in your littl Heart not so heavy as mine Heart We will forget him Heaven-is what I cannot reach Heavenly Father-take to thee Heaven has different Signs-to me Heaven is so far of the Mind Her-last Poems Herein a Blossom lies Here where the Daisies fit my Head Her breast is fit for pearls Her face was in a bed of hair Her final Summer was it Her Grace is all she has- Her little Parasol to lift Her Losses make our Gains ashamed- Her smile was shaped like other sm Her sovereign People Her spirit rose to such a height Her Sweet turn to leave the Homest Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Nig He ate and drank the precious Word He forgot-and I-remembered He fought like those Whove nought He found my Being-set it up He fumbles at your Soul He gave away his Life He is alive this morning- He lived the Life of Ambush He outstripped Time with but a Bou He parts Himself-like Leaves He preached upon Breadth till it a He put the Belt around my life He scanned it-staggered- He strained my faith He told a homely tale He touched me so I live to know He was my host-he was my guest He was weak and I was strong-then He went by sleep that drowsy route He who in Himself believes High from the earth I heard a bird His Bill an Auger is His Bill is clasped-his Eye forsoo His Cheek is his Biographer- His Feet are shod with Gauze His Heart was darker than the star His little Hearse like Figure His Mansion in the Pool His Mind like Fabrics of the East His mind of man a secret makes His oriental heresies His voice decrepit was with Joy- Hope is a strange invention- Hope is a subtle Glutton- Hope is the thing with feathers Houses-so the Wise Men tell me How brittle are the Piers How dare the robins sing How destitute is he How far is it to Heaven How firm Eternity must look How fits his Umber Coat How fleet-how indiscreet an one- How fortunate the Grave How good his Lava Bed How happy is the little Stone How happy I was if I could forget How Human Nature dotes How know it from a Summers Day How lonesome the Wind must feel Ni How many Flowers fail in Wood How many schemes may die How many times these low feet stag How much of Source escapes with th How much the present moment means How News must feel when travelling How noteless Men and Pleiads stand How ruthless are the gentle- How sick-to wait-in any place-but How slow the Wind- How soft a Caterpillar steps- How soft this Prison is How still the Bells in Steeples st How the old Mountains drip with Su How the Waters closed above Him How well I knew Her not Ideals are the Fairly Oil Id rather recollect a setting If all the griefs I am to have If anybodys friend be dead If any sink assure that this now s If Blame be my side-forfeit Me If emHe dissolve em-then-there is If ever the lid gets off my head If He were living-dare I ask If Im lost-now If it had no pencil If I can stop one Heart from break If I could bribe them by a Rose If I may have it when its dead If I shouldnt be alive If I should cease to bring a Rose If I should die If my Bark sink If Nature smiles-the Mother must If pain for peace prepares If recollecting were forgetting If she had been the Mistletoe If the foolish call them emflowers If this is fading