Our little kinsmen after rain In plenty may be seen, a pink and pulpy multitude The tepid ground upon; A needless life… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I They may take… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Unto a broken heart No other one may go Without the high prerogative Itself hath suffered too. — 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 have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing - The spring decoys. And as the summer nears - And… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Heart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Other Courtesies have been - Other Courtesy may be - We commend ourselves to thee Paragon of Chivalry. — 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
Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong? — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I cannot help esteem The 'Bird within the Hand' Superior to the one The 'Bush' may yield me Or may not Too… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Two Seasons, it is said, exist- The Summer of the Just, And this of Ours, diversified With Prospect, and with Frost- May… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Answer July- Where is the Bee- Where is the Blush- Where is the Hay? Ah, said July- Where is the Seed- Where… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The Things that never can come back, are several- Childhood-some forms of Hope-the Dead- Though Joys-like Men-may sometimes make a Journey- And… — 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
