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Poems by Emily Dickinson: Second Series

Poems in publication Poems by Emily Dickinson: Second Series, 1891 (External link) [COMPLETE]
My nosegays are for captivesEmily Dickinson
I'm nobody! Who are you?Emily Dickinson
I bring an unaccustomed wineEmily Dickinson
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.Emily Dickinson
We play at pasteEmily Dickinson
I found the phrase to every thoughtEmily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathersEmily Dickinson
Dare you see a soul at the white heat?Emily Dickinson
Who never lost, are unpreparedEmily Dickinson
I can wade griefEmily Dickinson
I never hear the word "escape"Emily Dickinson
For each ecstatic instantEmily Dickinson
Through the straight pass of sufferingEmily Dickinson
I meant to have but modest needsEmily Dickinson
The thought beneath so slight a filmEmily Dickinson
The soul unto itselfEmily Dickinson
Surgeons must be very carefulEmily Dickinson
I like to see it lap the MilesEmily Dickinson
The show is not the showEmily Dickinson
Delight becomes pictorialEmily Dickinson
A thought went up my mind to-dayEmily Dickinson
Is Heaven a physician?Emily Dickinson
Though I get home how late, how late!Emily Dickinson
A poor torn heart, a tattered heartEmily Dickinson
I should have been too glad, I seeEmily Dickinson
It tossed and tossed, —Emily Dickinson
Victory comes lateEmily Dickinson
God gave a loaf to every birdEmily Dickinson
Experiment to meEmily Dickinson
My country need not change her gownEmily Dickinson
Faith is a fine inventionEmily Dickinson
Except the heaven had come so nearEmily Dickinson
Portraits are to daily facesEmily Dickinson
I took my power in my hand.Emily Dickinson
A shady friend for torrid daysEmily Dickinson
Each life converges to some centreEmily Dickinson
Before I got my eye put outEmily Dickinson
Talk with prudence to a beggarEmily Dickinson
He preached upon "breadth" till it ar...Emily Dickinson
Good night! which put the candle out?Emily Dickinson
When I hoped I fearedEmily Dickinson
A deed knocks first at thoughtEmily Dickinson
Remorse is memory awakeEmily Dickinson
The body grows outside, —Emily Dickinson
Undue significance a starving man att...Emily Dickinson
Heart not so heavy as mineEmily Dickinson
I many times thought peace had comeEmily Dickinson
Unto my books so good to turnEmily Dickinson
This merit hath the worst, —Emily Dickinson
I had been hungry all the years;Emily Dickinson
I gained it soEmily Dickinson
To learn the transport by the painEmily Dickinson
I years had been from homeEmily Dickinson
Prayer is the little implementEmily Dickinson
I know that he existsEmily Dickinson
Musicians wrestle everywhereEmily Dickinson
Just lost when I was saved!Emily Dickinson
Of all the souls that stand createEmily Dickinson
I have no life but thisEmily Dickinson
Your riches taught me poverty.Emily Dickinson
I gave myself to himEmily Dickinson
"GOING to him! Happy letter! Tell him —Emily Dickinson
The way I read a letter 's thisEmily Dickinson
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!Emily Dickinson
The night was wide, and furnished scantEmily Dickinson
Did the harebell loose her girdleEmily Dickinson
A charm invests a faceEmily Dickinson
The rose did caper on her cheekEmily Dickinson
In lands I never saw, they sayEmily Dickinson
The moon is distant from the seaEmily Dickinson
He put the belt around my life, —Emily Dickinson
I held a jewel in my fingersEmily Dickinson
What if I say I shall not wait?Emily Dickinson
Nature, the gentlest motherEmily Dickinson
Will there really be a morning?Emily Dickinson
At half-past three a single birdEmily Dickinson
The day came slow, till five o'clockEmily Dickinson
The sun just touched the morning;Emily Dickinson
The robin is the oneEmily Dickinson
From cocoon forth a butterflyEmily Dickinson
Before you thought of springEmily Dickinson
An altered look about the hills;Emily Dickinson
"Whose are the little beds," I askedEmily Dickinson
Pigmy seraphs gone astrayEmily Dickinson
To hear an oriole singEmily Dickinson
One of the ones that Midas touchedEmily Dickinson
I dreaded that first robin soEmily Dickinson
A route of evanescenceEmily Dickinson
The skies can't keep their secret!Emily Dickinson
Who robbed the woodsEmily Dickinson
Two Butterflies went out at Noon—Emily Dickinson
I started early, took my dogEmily Dickinson
Arcturus is his other name, —Emily Dickinson
An awful tempest mashed the airEmily Dickinson
An everywhere of silverEmily Dickinson
A Bird came down the WalkEmily Dickinson
A narrow fellow in the grassEmily Dickinson
The mushroom is the elf of plantsEmily Dickinson
There came a wind like a bugle;Emily Dickinson
A spider sewed at nightEmily Dickinson
I know a place where summer strivesEmily Dickinson
The one that could repeat the summer dayEmily Dickinson
THE WlND'S VISIT.Emily Dickinson
Nature rarer uses yellowEmily Dickinson
The leaves, like women, interchangeEmily Dickinson
How happy is the little stoneEmily Dickinson
It sounded as if the streets were run...Emily Dickinson
The rat is the concisest tenant.Emily Dickinson
Frequently the woods are pinkEmily Dickinson
The wind begun to rock the grassEmily Dickinson
South winds jostle themEmily Dickinson
Where ships of purple gently tossEmily Dickinson
She sweeps with many-colored broomsEmily Dickinson
Like mighty footlights burned the redEmily Dickinson
Bring me the sunset in a cupEmily Dickinson
Blazing in gold and quenching in purpleEmily Dickinson
Farther in summer than the birdsEmily Dickinson
As imperceptibly as griefEmily Dickinson
It can't be summer, — that got through;Emily Dickinson
The gentian weaves her fringesEmily Dickinson
God made a little gentian;Emily Dickinson
Besides the Autumn poets singEmily Dickinson
It sifts from Leaden SievesEmily Dickinson
No brigadier throughout the yearEmily Dickinson
Let down the bars, O Death!Emily Dickinson
Going to heaven!Emily Dickinson
At least to pray is left, is left.Emily Dickinson
Step lightly on this narrow spot!Emily Dickinson
Morns like these we parted;Emily Dickinson
A death-blow is a life-blow to someEmily Dickinson
I read my sentence steadilyEmily Dickinson
I have not told my garden yetEmily Dickinson
They dropped like flakes, they droppe...Emily Dickinson
The only ghost I ever sawEmily Dickinson
Some, too fragile for winter windsEmily Dickinson
As by the dead we love to sitEmily Dickinson
Death sets a thing significantEmily Dickinson
I went to heaven, —Emily Dickinson
Their height in heaven comforts notEmily Dickinson
There is a shame of noblenessEmily Dickinson
Triumph may be of several kinds.Emily Dickinson
Pompless no life can pass away;Emily Dickinson
I noticed people disappearedEmily Dickinson
I had no cause to be awakeEmily Dickinson
If anybody's friend be deadEmily Dickinson
Our journey had advanced;Emily Dickinson
Ample make this bed.Emily Dickinson
On such a night, or such a nightEmily Dickinson
Essential oils are wrungEmily Dickinson
I lived on dread; to those who knowEmily Dickinson
If I should dieEmily Dickinson
Her final summer was itEmily Dickinson
One need not be a chamber to be hauntedEmily Dickinson
She died, — this was the way she died;Emily Dickinson
Wait till the majesty of DeathEmily Dickinson
Went up a year this evening!Emily Dickinson
Taken from men this morningEmily Dickinson
What inn is thisEmily Dickinson
It was not Death, for I stood upEmily Dickinson
I should not dare to leave my friendEmily Dickinson
Great streets of silence led awayEmily Dickinson
A throe upon the featuresEmily Dickinson
Of tribulation these are theyEmily Dickinson
I think just how my shape will riseEmily Dickinson
After a hundred yearsEmily Dickinson
Lay this laurel on the oneEmily Dickinson
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