Author:Emily Dickinson/1-99
Appearance
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
- There is another sky
- Sic transit gloria mundi
- On this wondrous sea
- I have a Bird in spring
- Frequently the woods are pink -
- The feet of people walking home
- There is a word
- Through lane it lay—through bramble—
- My wheel is in the dark!
- I never told the buried gold
- The morns are meeker than they were—
- Sleep is supposed to be
- One Sister have I in our house
- The Guest is gold and crimson—
- I would distil a cup
- Baffled for just a day or two—
- The Gentian weaves her fringes—
- A sepal, petal, and a thorn
- Distrustful of the Gentian—
- We lose—because we win—
- All these my banners be
- I had a guinea golden—
- There is a morn by men unseen—
- She slept beneath a tree—
- It's all I have to bring today—
- Morns like these—we parted—
- So has a Daisy vanished
- If those I loved were lost
- Adrift! A little boat adrift!
- Summer for thee, grant I may be
- When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
- If recollecting were forgetting
- Garland for Queens, may be—
- Nobody knows this little Rose—
- Snow flakes
- Before the ice is in the pools—
- By such and such an offering
- It did not surprise me—
- When I count the seeds
- I robbed the Woods—
- A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
- Could live—did live—
- If she had been the Mistletoe
- There's something quieter than sleep
- I keep my pledge
- Heart! We will forget him!
- Once more, my now bewildered Dove
- I never lost as much but twice
- I haven't told my garden yet—
- I often passed the village
- Whether my bark went down at sea—
- Taken from men—this morning—
- If I should die
- By Chivalries as tiny
- If I should cease to bring a Rose
- To venerate the simple days
- Delayed till she had ceased to know—
- A little East of Jordan
- Like her the Saints retire
- Papa above!
- "Sown in dishonor"!
- If pain for peace prepares
- Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
- I can't tell you—but you feel it—
- So from the mould
- Success is counted sweetest
- Ambition cannot find him
- Low at my problem bending
- "Arcturus" is his other name—
- A throe upon the features—
- Glowing is her Bonnet
- Who never lost, are unprepared
- A Lady red—amid the Hill
- She died at play
- Exultation is the going
- I never hear the word "escape"
- A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart—
- Going to Heaven!
- Our lives are Swiss—
- We should not mind so small a flower—
- Whose cheek is this?
- Heart, not so heavy as mine
- Her breast is fit for pearls
- "They have not chosen me," he said
- South Winds jostle them—
- A darting fear—a pomp—a tear—
- As by the dead we love to sit
- Some things that fly there be—
- Within my reach!
- So bashful when I spied her!
- My friend must be a Bird—
- Went up a year this evening!
- Angels, in the early morning
- My nosegays are for Captives—
- Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
- The rainbow never tells me
- One dignity delays for all—
- New feet within my garden go—
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