| Title | Author |
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| Success is counted sweetest | Emily Dickinson |
| Our share of night to bear | Emily Dickinson |
| Soul, wilt thou toss again? | Emily Dickinson |
| 'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! | Emily Dickinson |
| Glee! The great storm is over! | Emily Dickinson |
| A wounded deer leaps highest | Emily Dickinson |
| The heart asks pleasure first | Emily Dickinson |
| A precious, mouldering pleasure 'tis | Emily Dickinson |
| Much madness is divinest sense | Emily Dickinson |
| I asked no other thing | Emily Dickinson |
| The Soul selects her own Society | Emily Dickinson |
| Some things that fly there be, — | Emily Dickinson |
| I know some lonely houses off the road | Emily Dickinson |
| To fight aloud is very brave | Emily Dickinson |
| When night is almost done | Emily Dickinson |
| Read, sweet, how others strove | Emily Dickinson |
| Pain has an element of blank; | Emily Dickinson |
| I taste a liquor never brewed | Emily Dickinson |
| He ate and drank the precious words | Emily Dickinson |
| I had no time to hate, because | Emily Dickinson |
| 'Twas such a little, little boat | Emily Dickinson |
| Whether my bark went down at sea | Emily Dickinson |
| Belshazzar had a letter, — | Emily Dickinson |
| The brain within its groove | Emily Dickinson |
| Mine by the right of the white election! | Emily Dickinson |
| You left me, sweet, two legacies, — | Emily Dickinson |
| Alter? When the hills do. | Emily Dickinson |
| Elysium is as far as to | Emily Dickinson |
| Doubt me, my dim companion! | Emily Dickinson |
| IF you were coming in the fall | Emily Dickinson |
| I hide myself within my flower | Emily Dickinson |
| That I did always love | Emily Dickinson |
| Have you got a brook in your little h... | Emily Dickinson |
| As if some little Arctic flower | Emily Dickinson |
| My river runs to thee | Emily Dickinson |
| I CANNOT live with you | Emily Dickinson |
| There came a day at summer's full | Emily Dickinson |
| I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs; | Emily Dickinson |
| 'Twas a long parting, but the time | Emily Dickinson |
| I'm wife; I've finished that | Emily Dickinson |
| She rose to his requirement, dropped | Emily Dickinson |
| Come slowly — Eden! | Emily Dickinson |
| New feet within my garden go | Emily Dickinson |
| Pink, small, and punctual | Emily Dickinson |
| THE murmur of a bee | Emily Dickinson |
| Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower? | Emily Dickinson |
| The pedigree of honey | Emily Dickinson |
| Some keep the Sabbath going to church; | Emily Dickinson |
| The bee is not afraid of me | Emily Dickinson |
| Some rainbow coming from the fair! | Emily Dickinson |
| The grass so little has to do, — | Emily Dickinson |
| A little road not made of man | Emily Dickinson |
| A drop fell on the apple tree | Emily Dickinson |
| A something in a summer's day | Emily Dickinson |
| This is the land the sunset washes | Emily Dickinson |
| There is a flower that bees prefer | Emily Dickinson |
| Like trains of cars on tracks of plush | Emily Dickinson |
| Presentiment is that long shadow on t... | Emily Dickinson |
| As children bid the guest good-night | Emily Dickinson |
| Angels in the early morning | Emily Dickinson |
| So bashful when I spied her | Emily Dickinson |
| It makes no difference abroad | Emily Dickinson |
| The mountain sat upon the plain | Emily Dickinson |
| I’ll tell you how the sun rose | Emily Dickinson |
| The butterfiy's assumption-gown | Emily Dickinson |
| Of all the sounds despatched abroad | Emily Dickinson |
| Apparently with no surprise | Emily Dickinson |
| 'Twas later when the summer went | Emily Dickinson |
| These are the days when birds come back | Emily Dickinson |
| The morns are meeker than they were | Emily Dickinson |
| The sky is low, the clouds are mean | Emily Dickinson |
| I think the hemlock likes to stand | Emily Dickinson |
| There's a certain slant of light | Emily Dickinson |
| One dignity delays for all | Emily Dickinson |
| Delayed till she had ceased to know | Emily Dickinson |
| Departed to the judgment | Emily Dickinson |
| Safe in their alabaster chambers | Emily Dickinson |
| On this long storm the rainbow rose | Emily Dickinson |
| My cocoon tightens, colors tease | Emily Dickinson |
| Exultation is the going | Emily Dickinson |
| Look back on time with kindly eyes | Emily Dickinson |
| A train went through a burial gate | Emily Dickinson |
| I died for beauty, but was scarce | Emily Dickinson |
| How many times these low feet staggered | Emily Dickinson |
| I like a look of agony | Emily Dickinson |
| That short, potential stir | Emily Dickinson |
| I went to thank her | Emily Dickinson |
| I've seen a dying eye | Emily Dickinson |
| The clouds their backs together laid | Emily Dickinson |
| I never saw a moor | Emily Dickinson |
| God permits industrious angels | Emily Dickinson |
| To know just how he suffered would be... | Emily Dickinson |
| The last night that she lived | Emily Dickinson |
| Not in this world to see his face | Emily Dickinson |
| The bustle in a house | Emily Dickinson |
| I reason, earth is short | Emily Dickinson |
| Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? | Emily Dickinson |
| The sun kept setting, setting still; | Emily Dickinson |
| Two swimmers wrestled on the spar | Emily Dickinson |
| Because I could not stop for Death | Emily Dickinson |
| She went as quiet as the dew | Emily Dickinson |
| At last to be identified! | Emily Dickinson |
| Except to heaven, she is nought; | Emily Dickinson |
| Death is a dialogue between | Emily Dickinson |
| It was too late for man | Emily Dickinson |
| When I was small, a woman died. | Emily Dickinson |
| The daisy follows soft the sun | Emily Dickinson |
| No rack can torture me | Emily Dickinson |
| I lost a world the other day. | Emily Dickinson |
| If I should n't be alive | Emily Dickinson |
| Sleep is supposed to be | Emily Dickinson |
| I shall know why, when time is over | Emily Dickinson |
| I never lost as much but twice | Emily Dickinson |