I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gave… — Emily Dickinson 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 Copy Share Image
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
All things do go a-courting, In earth, or sea, or air, God hath made nothing single But thee in His world so… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
How odd that girl's life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This… — Emily Dickinson 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 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 Image
“Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
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 Image
“Inebriate of Air — am I — And Debauchee of Dew — Reeling — thro endless summer days — From Inns of Molten Blue —” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small- Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all. — 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 frame was… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
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 Image
