Fate slew him, but he did not drop; She felled — he did not fall — Impaled him on her fiercest stakes — He neutralized them all. She…
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A Light Exists In Spring By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad On solitary hills That science cannot overtake, But…
A Dew Sufficed Itself By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A dew sufficed itself And satisfied a leaf, And felt, ‘how vast a destiny! How trivial is life!’ The sun went out to work, The day went out to…
A Death-Blow Is A Life-Blow To Some By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun.
A Day. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I’ll tell you how the sun rose, — A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The…
A Country Burial. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise’ yellow…
A Clock Stopped — Not The Mantel’s; By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A Clock Stopped — Not The Mantel’s; Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket! The figures hunched…
A Charm Invests A Face By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld, — The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,…
A Book. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of…
A Book. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the…