I like a look of Agony, because I know it's true - men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place, Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
You'll find it-when you try to die- The Easier to let go- For recollecting such as went- You could not spare-you know. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I do not know the man so bold He dare in lonely Place That awful stranger Consciousness Deliberately face-. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
We never know we go when we are going- We jest and shut the Door- Fate-following-behind us bolts it- And we accost… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The Pleading of the Summer - That other Prank - of Snow - That Cushions Mystery with Tulle, For fear the Squirrels… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The Service without Hope Is tenderest, I think-- ... There is no Diligence like that That knows not an Until — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I know some lonely houses off the road A robber'd like the look of,-- Wooden barred, And windows hanging low — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
'Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand When we with Daisies lie- That Commerce will continue- And Trades as briskly fly. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise –… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
March is the month of expectation, The things we do not know, The Persons of Prognostication Are coming now. We try to… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I am going to learn to make bread tomorrow. So if you may imagine me with my sleeves rolled up, mixing flour,… — 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
My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them. They tell me those who were poor early have… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Somewhere in my soul a thought went up in my mind today that I have had before, but did not finish, some… — Emily Dickinson 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 Copy Share Image
What shall we do my darling, when trial grows more, and more, when the dim, lone light expires, and it's dark, so… — 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… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I tasted - careless - then - I did not know the Wine Came once a World - Did you? Oh, had… — 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
At least to pray is left - is left Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber… — 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
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