I gained it so, By climbing slow, By catching at the twigs that grow Between the bliss and me. It hung so high, As well the sky Attempt by strategy. I…
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I Found The Phrase To Every Thought By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I found the phrase to every thought I ever had, but one; And that defies me, — as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races…
I Felt A Funeral In My Brain, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I felt a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it seemed That sense was breaking through. And when they all were…
I Died For Beauty, But Was Scarce By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I…
I Bring An Unaccustomed Wine By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to mine, And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay; I turn my brimming eyes away, And…
I Breathed Enough To Learn The Trick, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I breathed enough to learn the trick, And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless,…
Hunger. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I had been hungry all the years; My noon had come, to dine; I, trembling, drew the table near, And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on…
How Still The Bells In Steeples Stand, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
How still the bells in steeples stand, Till, swollen with the sky, They leap upon their silver feet In frantic melody!
How Dare The Robins Sing, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
How dare the robins sing, When men and women hear Who since they went to their account Have settled with the year! — Paid all that life had earned In…
Hope. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Hope is a subtle glutton; He feeds upon the fair; And yet, inspected closely, What abstinence is there! His is the halcyon table That never seats but one, And whatsoever…