“I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors— Of Chambers as the Cedars— Impregnable of… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
And then--a Day as huge As Yesterdays in pairs, Unrolled its horror in my face-- Until it blocked my eyes — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid - as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
LOOK back on time with kindly eyes, He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature's west! — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the rows of stars around it's forehead bound.… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye It bears… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Wo— Who win, and… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Much Madness is divinest Sense -- To a discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- the starkest Madness -- 'Tis the Majority In… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
It was a quiet way - He asked if I was his - I made no answer of the tongue But answer… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
We dream — it is good we are dreaming — It would hurt us — were we awake — But since it… — 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
