A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted- Which Blossom in the dark. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“There is nothing more fugal than a book to take you to different lands” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee— — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry –… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“A precious, mouldering pleasure ’tis To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Unto my Books-so good to turn- Far ends of tired Days- It half endears the Abstinence- And Pain-is missed-in Praise- As Flavors-cheer… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“A precious mouldering pleasure 't is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think,… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
“Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness - I’m so accustomed to my Fate - Perhaps the Other - Peace - Would interrupt the… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
“Inebriate of Air — am I — And Debauchee of Dew — Reeling — thro endless summer days — From Inns of Molten Blue —” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small- Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
“He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
I SEE thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet. I see… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
“Whose fingers string the stalactite- Who counts the Wampum of the night” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
