“Did the harebell loose her girdle To the lover bee, Would the bee the harebell hallow Much as formerly?” — Emily Dickinson Humor 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 Book Copy Share Image
You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself. — Emily Dickinson Animal Copy Share Image
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
What fortitude the Soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming Foot- The opening of a Door. — Emily Dickinson Accents Copy Share Image
Why should we censure Othello when the Criterion Lover says, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me"? — Emily Dickinson Atheism Copy Share Image
It sounded as if the streets were running, And then the streets stood still. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
IMMORTAL is an ample word When what we need is by, But when it leaves us for a time, 'Tis a necessity. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Soul, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won all. Angels' breathless ballot… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth "for His mercy… — Emily Dickinson Atheism Copy Share Image
God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the… — Emily Dickinson Fear Copy Share Image
The Life we have is very great. The Life that we shall see Surpasses it, we know, because It is Infinity, But… — Emily Dickinson Dominion Copy Share Image
Much Madness is divinest Sense -- To a discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- the starkest Madness -- 'Tis the Majority In… — Emily Dickinson Chains Copy Share Image
“My dying tutor told me that he would like to live till I had been a poet, but Death was much of… — Emily Dickinson Death Copy Share Image
“There is a pain – so utter – It swallows substance up – Then covers the Abyss with Trance – So Memory… — Emily Dickinson Death Copy Share Image
“The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride, Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide, Earth a merry… — Emily Dickinson Damsel Copy Share Image
“Impossibility, like wine Exhilarates the man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavoreless.” — Emily Dickinson Dream Copy Share Image
“Eternity, Presumption The instant I perceive That you who were Existence Yourself forgot to live” — Emily Dickinson Existence Copy Share Image
There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be? — Emily Dickinson Atheism Copy Share Image
Beauty crowds me till I die. Beauty, mercy have on me! Yet if I expire to-day Let it be in sight of… — Emily Dickinson Beauty Copy Share Image
Fearless--the cobweb swings from the ceiling-- Indolent Housewife--in Daisies--lain! — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Victory comes late-- And is held low to freezing lips-- Too rapt with frost To take it — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you? — Emily Dickinson Flower Copy Share Image
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity of doom. — Emily Dickinson Doom Copy Share Image
Such is the force of Happiness-- The Least can lift a ton Assisted by its stimulus. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted. — Emily Dickinson Art Copy Share Image
The Brain is just the weight of God-- For--Heft them--Pound for Pound-- And they will differ--if they do-- As Syllable from Sound — Emily Dickinson Brain Copy Share Image
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality. — Emily Dickinson Death Copy Share Image
Suspense-is Hostiler than Death-Death- tho soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increase- Suspense-does not conclude-. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. — Emily Dickinson Divine Copy Share Image
I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is… — Emily Dickinson Earth Copy Share Image
Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men-. — Emily Dickinson Ecstasy Copy Share Image
At least to pray is left - is left Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Prayer is the little implement through which men reach; where presence is denied them. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
His Labor is a Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, for a Bee's experience Of Clovers, and of Noon! — Emily Dickinson Bees Copy Share Image
There is no Silence in the Earth - so silent As that endured Which uttered, would discourage Nature And haunt the World. — Emily Dickinson Chaos Copy Share Image
