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
I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The Past is such a curious Creature To look her in the Face A Transport may receipt us Or a Disgrace-. — 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
MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee… — 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 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
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
These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look. — 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's a certain Slant of light, Winter afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us— We… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must… — 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
