1295 Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Poems
| 1298 |
[I never lost as much but twice] |
| 1298 |
[Success is counted sweetest] |
| 1299 |
[Wild Nights-Wild Nights!] |
| 1299 |
[There's a certain Slant of light] |
| 1299 |
[I'm Nobody! Who are you?] |
| 1300 |
[The Soul selects her own Society-] |
| 1300 |
[Some keep the Sabbath going to Church] |
| 1301 |
[After great pain, a formal feeling comes-] |
| 1301 |
[God is a distant-stately Lover-] |
| 1301 |
[Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?] |
| 1302 |
[What Soft-Cherubic Creatures-] |
| 1302 |
[Much Madness is divinest Sense-] |
| 1303 |
[This is my letter to the World] |
| 1303 |
[This was a Poet-It is That] |
| 1303 |
[I heard a Fly buzz-when 1 died-] |
| 1304 |
[This World is not Conclusion] |
| 1305 |
[I started Early-Took my Dog-] |
| 1305 |
[I reckon-when 1 count at all-] |
| 1306 |
[They shut me up in Prose-] |
| 1306 |
[The Brain-is wider than the Sky-] |
| 1307 |
[I cannot live with You-] |
| 1308 |
[I dwell in Possibility-] |
| 1309 |
[One need not be a Chamber-to be Haunted-] |
| 1309 |
[Publication-is the Auction] |
| 1310 |
[Because 1 could not stop for Death-] |
| 1310 |
[She rose to His Requirement-dropt] |
| 1311 |
[My Life had stood-a Loaded Gun-] |
| 1312 |
[Presentiment-is that long Shadow--on the Lawn-] |
| 1312 |
[A narrow Fellow in the Grass] |
| 1313 |
[Title divine-is mine!] |
| 1313 |
[Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-] |
| 1313 |
[He preached upon "Breadth" till it argued him narrow-] |
| 1314 |
[What mystery pervades a well!] |
| 1315 |
["Heavenly Father"-take to thee] |
| 1315 |
[A Route of Evanescence] |
| 1316 |
[The Bible is an Antique Volume-] |
| 1316 |
[Volcanoes be in Sicily] |
| 1316 |
[Rearrange a "Wife's" affection'] |
| 1317 |
[To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee] |