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The Clouds their Backs together laid Emily Dickinson The Clouds their Backs together laid The North begun to push The Forests galloped...

A Sickness of this World it most occasions Emily Dickinson A Sickness of this World it most occasions When Best Men die. A Wishfulness...

It's such a little thing to weep Emily Dickinson It's such a little thing to weep – So short a thing to sigh -- And yet -- by Trades --...

Once more, my now bewildered Dove Emily Dickinson Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on...

I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes Emily Dickinson I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it...

The Past is such a curious Creature Emily Dickinson The Past is such a curious Creature To look her in the Face A Transport may receipt...

A little overflowing word Emily Dickinson A little overflowing word That any, hearing, had inferred For Ardor or for Tears, Though...

The Hills in Purple syllables Emily Dickinson The Hills in Purple syllables The Day's Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just...

Denial -- is the only fact Emily Dickinson Denial -- is the only fact Perceived by the Denied -- Whose Will -- a numb significance -- The...

Let down the Bars, Oh Death Emily Dickinson Let down the Bars, Oh Death -- The tired Flocks come in Whose bleating ceases to repeat Whose...

The Stimulus, beyond the Grave Emily Dickinson The Stimulus, beyond the Grave His Countenance to see Supports me like imperial Drams...

Elysium is as far Emily Dickinson Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom -- What...

Peace Emily Dickinson Peace is a fiction of our Faith -- The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did...

And this of all my Hopes Emily Dickinson And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning rose Early and...

How the Waters closed above Him Emily Dickinson How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know -- How He stretched His Anguish to us...

It is an honorable Thought Emily Dickinson It is an honorable Thought And make One lift One's Hat As One met sudden Gentlefolk Upon a...

Midsummer, was it, when They died Emily Dickinson Midsummer, was it, when They died -- A full, and perfect time -- The Summer closed upon...

The Riddle we can guess Emily Dickinson The Riddle we can guess We speedily despise -- Not anything is stale so long As Yesterday's...

On a Columnar Self Emily Dickinson On a Columnar Self -- How ample to rely In Tumult -- or Extremity -- How good the Certainty That Lever...

Always Mine! Emily Dickinson­­ Always Mine!­­ No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation Of the...