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Cobwebs. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
The spider as an artist Has never been employed Though his surpassing merit Is freely certified By every broom and Bridget Throughout a Christian land. Neglected son of genius, I take…
Choice. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
Childish Griefs. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Softened by Time’s consummate plush, How sleek the woe appears That threatened childhood’s citadel And undermined the years! Bisected now by bleaker griefs, We envy the despair That devastated childhood’s…
Charlotte Bronte’S Grave. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of ‘Currer Bell,’ In quiet Haworth laid. This bird, observing others, When frosts too sharp became, Retire to…
Called Back. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Just lost when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I…
By The Sea. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me, And frigates in the upper floor Extended hempen…
Bless God, He Went As Soldiers, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast; Grant, God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest. Please God, might I behold him In…
Bequest. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
You left me, sweet, two legacies, — A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as…
Before The Ice Is In The Pools, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Before the ice is in the pools, Before the skaters go, Or any cheek at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow, Before the fields have finished, Before the Christmas…