An altered look about the hills; A Tyrian light the village fills; A wider sunrise in the dawn; A deeper twilight on… — 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 Copy Share Image
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I'd rather suit my… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
My Faith is larger than the Hills— So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wheel To show the… — 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
We trust in plumed procession For such the angels go Rank after rank, with even feet/And uniforms of snow. — 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
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
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