Famous poems by Emily Dickinson:

'Tis so appalling—it exhilaratesRate it:
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!Rate it:
'Twas warm—at first—like UsRate it:
A Death blow is a Life blow to SomeRate it:
A doubt if it be UsRate it:
A little East of JordanRate it:
A Mien to move a QueenRate it:
A nearness to TremendousnessRate it:
A Prison gets to be a friendRate it:
A Shade upon the mind there passesRate it:
A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!Rate it:
Again—his voice is at the doorRate it:
All but Death, can be AdjustedRate it:
Crumbling is not an instant's ActRate it:
Good night! which put the candle out?Rate it:
Impossibility, like WineRate it:
Nature rarer uses yellowRate it:
On a Columnar SelfRate it:
She dealt her pretty words like BladesRate it:
That after Horror—that 'twas usRate it:
The name—of it—is "Autumn"Rate it:
To wait an Hour—is longRate it:
Unable are the Loved to dieRate it:
'Tis good—the looking back on GriefRate it:
To dieRate it:
After a hundred yearsRate it:
Because I could not stop for Death (712)Rate it:
What did They do since I saw Them?Rate it:
'Tis not that Dying hurts us soRate it:
An awful Tempest mashed the airRate it:
Despair's advantage is achievedRate it:
I gave myself to HimRate it:
Of Bronze—and BlazeRate it:
Out of sight? What of that?Rate it:
The Luxury to apprehendRate it:
You love me—you are sureRate it:
Summer ShowerRate it:
A Coffin—is a Small DomainRate it:
Of Brussels—it was notRate it:
One Crucifixion is recorded—onlyRate it:
We Grow Accustomed to the DarkRate it:
We should not mind so small a flowerRate it:
RenunciationRate it:
A Wounded Deer—leaps highestRate it:
Beauty—be not caused—It IsRate it:
If He dissolve—then—there is nothingRate it:
Pigmy seraphs—gone astrayRate it:
Answer JulyRate it:
Empty my Heart, of TheeRate it:
Essential Oils—are wrungRate it:
RemorseRate it:
'Speech'—is a prank of ParliamentRate it:
'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He SaidRate it:
'Tis Anguish grander than DelightRate it:
'Tis customary as we partRate it:
'Tis little I—could care for PearlsRate it:
'Tis One by One — the Father countsRate it:
'Tis Opposites—enticeRate it:
'Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast ThouRate it:
'Tis true—They shut me in the ColdRate it:
'Twas a long Parting—but the timeRate it:
'Twas just this time, last year, I diedRate it:
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notchRate it:
'Twas Love—not meRate it:
'Twas the old—road—through painRate it:
'Twould ease—a ButterflyRate it:
A Bird Came DownRate it:
A BookRate it:
A Burdock—clawed my GownRate it:
A Charm invests a faceRate it:
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel'sRate it:
A Cloud withdrew from the SkyRate it:
A darting fear—a pomp—a tearRate it:
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!Rate it:
A door just opened on a streetRate it:
A drop fell on the apple treeRate it:
A Dying Tiger—moaned for DrinkRate it:
A feather from the WhippoorwillRate it:
A first Mute ComingRate it:
A fuzzy fellow, without feetRate it:
A happy lip—breaks suddenRate it:
A House upon the HeightRate it:
A Lady red—amid the HillRate it:
A light exists in springRate it:
A little bread—a crust—a crumbRate it:
A little road not made manRate it:
A long, long sleep, a famous sleepRate it:
A loss of something ever felt IRate it:
A Man may make a RemarkRate it:
A Moth the hue of thisRate it:
A Murmur in the Trees—to noteRate it:
A narrow fellow in the grassRate it:
A Night—there lay the Days betweenRate it:
A Planted Life—diversifiedRate it:
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heartRate it:
A precious—mouldering pleasureRate it:
A Route of EvanescenceRate it:
A science—so the Savants sayRate it:
A Secret toldRate it:
A sepal, petal, and a thornRate it:
A shady friend for torrid daysRate it:
A single Screw of FleshRate it:
A slash of BlueRate it:
A Solemn thing within the SoulRate it:
A solemn thing—it was—I saidRate it:
A something in a summer's DayRate it:
A South Wind—has a pathosRate it:
A still—Volcano—LifeRate it:
A thought went up my mind to-dayRate it:
A throe upon the featuresRate it:
A toad can die of light!Rate it:
A Tooth upon Our PeaceRate it:
A transport one cannot containRate it:
A Visitor in MarlRate it:
A Weight with Needles on the poundsRate it:
A Wife—at daybreak I shall beRate it:
Abraham to Kill HimRate it:
Absence disembodies—so does DeathRate it:
Absent Place—an April DayRate it:
Adrift! A little boat adrift!Rate it:
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?Rate it:
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling ComesRate it:
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)Rate it:
Ah, Moon—and Star!Rate it:
Ah, Teneriffe!Rate it:
All Circumstances are the FrameRate it:
All forgot for recollectingRate it:
All I may, if smallRate it:
All overgrown by cunning mossRate it:
All the letters I can writeRate it:
All these my banners beRate it:
Alone, I cannot beRate it:
Alter! When the Hills doRate it:
Although I put away his lifeRate it:
Always Mine!Rate it:
Ambition cannot find himRate it:
Ample make this bed.Rate it:
An altered look about the hillsRate it:
An English BreezeRate it:
An everywhere of silverRate it:
An Hour is a SeaRate it:
An ignorance a SunsetRate it:
And this of all my HopesRate it:
Angels, in the early morningRate it:
Apology for HerRate it:
Apparently with no SurpriseRate it:
ArcturusRate it:
Artists wrestled here!Rate it:
As by the dead we love to sitRate it:
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"Rate it:
As Everywhere of SilverRate it:
As far from pity, as complaintRate it:
As Frost is best conceivedRate it:
As if I asked a common AlmsRate it:
As if some little Arctic flowerRate it:
As if the Sea should partRate it:
As imperceptibly as GriefRate it:
As One does Sickness overRate it:
As plan for Noon and plan for NightRate it:
As Sleigh Bells seem in summerRate it:
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the NaviesRate it:
As Watchers hang upon the EastRate it:
At last, to be identified!Rate it:
At least—to pray—is left—is leftRate it:
Autumn—overlooked my KnittingRate it:
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divineRate it:
Away from Home are some and I—Rate it:
Baffled for just a day or twoRate it:
Banish Air from Air—Rate it:
Be Mine the Doom—Rate it:
Because the Bee may blameless humRate it:
BecloudedRate it:
Bee! I'm expecting you!Rate it:
Before He comes we weigh the Time!Rate it:
Before I got my eye put outRate it:
Before the ice is in the poolsRate it:
Before you thought of spring,Rate it:
Behind Me—dips EternityRate it:
Bereaved of all, I went abroadRate it:
Bereavement in their death to feelRate it:
Besides the Autumn poets singRate it:
Besides this MayRate it:
Best Gains—must have the Losses' TestRate it:
Best Things dwell out of SightRate it:
Better—than Music! For I—who heard itRate it:
Between My Country—and the OthersRate it:
BirdRate it:
Blazing in Gold and quenching in PurpleRate it:
Bless God, he went as soldiersRate it:
Bloom upon the Mountain—statedRate it:
Bound—a troubleRate it:
braind within its groove, TheRate it:
Bring me the sunset in a cupRate it:
But little Carmine hath her faceRate it:
By a flower—By a letterRate it:
By Chivalries as tinyRate it:
By my Window have I for SceneryRate it:
By such and such an offeringRate it:
By The SeaRate it:
ChartlessRate it:
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!Rate it:
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!Rate it:
Color—Caste—DenominationRate it:
Come SlowlyRate it:
Come slowly—Eden!Rate it:
Conjecturing a ClimateRate it:
Conscious am I in my ChamberRate it:
Could I but ride indefiniteRate it:
Could I—then—shut the doorRate it:
Could live—did liveRate it:
Could—I do more—for TheeRate it:
Crisis is a HairRate it:
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?Rate it:
Death is a Dialogue betweenRate it:
Death is potential to that ManRate it:
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who BehindRate it:
Death sets a thing of signigicantRate it:
Defrauded I a ButterflyRate it:
Delayed till she had ceased to knowRate it:
Delight becomes pictorialRate it:
Delight is as the flightRate it:
Denial—is the only factRate it:
Departed to the judgment,Rate it:
Deprived of other BanquetRate it:
Did Our Best Moment lastRate it:
Did the Harebell loose her girdleRate it:
Did we disobey Him?Rate it:
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's MouthRate it:
Distrustful of the GentianRate it:
Do People moulder equallyRate it:
Don't put up my Thread and NeedleRate it:
Doom is the House without the DoorRate it:
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!Rate it:
Drab Habitation of Whom?Rate it:
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common DayRate it:
Dreams—are well—but Waking's betterRate it:
Dropped into the Ether AcreRate it:
Dust is the only SecretRate it:
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)Rate it:
Dying! Dying in the night!Rate it:
Dying! To be afraid of theeRate it:
Each life converges to some centreRate it:
Each Scar I'll keep for HimRate it:
Each Second is the lastRate it:
Elysium is as far as toRate it:
Embarrassment of one anotherRate it:
Endow the Living—with the TearsRate it:
Escaping backward to perceiveRate it:
Except the Heaven had come so nearRate it:
Except to Heaven, she is noughtRate it:
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)Rate it:
Exhilaration—is withinRate it:
Expectation—is ContentmentRate it:
Experience is the Angled RoadRate it:
Exultation is the goingRate it:
Fairer through Fading—as the DayRate it:
FaithRate it:
Faith—is the Pierless BridgeRate it:
Fame is a beeRate it:
Fame is a fickle food (1659)Rate it:
Fame is the tine that Scholars leaveRate it:
Fame of Myself, to justifyRate it:
Finding is the first ActRate it:
Finite—to fail, but infinite to VentureRate it:
First RobinRate it:
Fitter to see Him, I may beRate it:
Flowers—Well—if anybodyRate it:
For Death—or ratherRate it:
For each ecstatic instantRate it:
For every Bird a NestRate it:
For largest Woman's Hearth I knewRate it:
For this—accepted BreathRate it:
Forever at His side to walkRate it:
Forever—it composed of NowsRate it:
Forget! The lady with the AmuletRate it:
Four Trees—upon a solitary AcreRate it:
Frequently the wood are pinkRate it:
From Blank to BlankRate it:
From Cocoon forth a ButterflyRate it:
From Us She wandered now a YearRate it:
Funny—to be a CenturyRate it:
Further in Summer than the BirdsRate it:
Garland for Queens, may beRate it:
Give little AnguishRate it:
Given in Marriage unto TheeRate it:
Glee—The great storm is overRate it:
Glowing is her BonnetRate it:
God gave a loaf to every bird,Rate it:
God is a distant—stately LoverRate it:
God made a little GentianRate it:
God permit industrious angelsRate it:
Going to Heaven!Rate it:
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--Rate it:
Good Morning—MidnightRate it:
Good night, because we mustRate it:
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!Rate it:
Gratitude—is not the mentionRate it:
Great Caesar! CondescendRate it:
Grief is a MouseRate it:
Had I not This, or This, I saidRate it:
Had I presumed to hopeRate it:
Have any like MyselfRate it:
Have you got a Brook in your little heartRate it:
He forgot—and I—rememberedRate it:
He fought like those Who've nought to loseRate it:
He found my Being—set it upRate it:
He fumbles at your SoulRate it:
He fumbles at your spiritRate it:
He gave away his LifeRate it:
He outstripped Time with but a BoutRate it:
He parts Himself—like LeavesRate it:
He put the Belt around my lifeRate it:
He strained my faithRate it:
He told a homely taleRate it:
He touched me, so I live to knowRate it:
He was weak, and I was strong—thenRate it:
He who in Himself believesRate it:
Heart! We will forget him!Rate it:
Heart, not so heavy as mineRate it:
Heart, We Will Forget HimRate it:
HeavenRate it:
Heaven has different Signs—to meRate it:
Heaven is so far of the MindRate it:
Heaven is what I cannot reach!Rate it:
Her breast is fit for pearlsRate it:
Her final summer was it,Rate it:
Her Grace is all she has—Rate it:
Her smile was shaped like other smilesRate it:
Her Sweet turn to leave the HomesteadRate it:
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a NightRate it:
Her—"last Poems"Rate it:
Herein a Blossom liesRate it:
Her—Rate it:
His Bill an Auger isRate it:
His Feet are shod with GauzeRate it:
HomeRate it:
Hope is the thing with feathersRate it:
Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—Rate it:
How far is it to Heaven?Rate it:
How fortunate the GraveRate it:
How happy I was if I could forgetRate it:
How happy is the little StoneRate it:
How many Flowers fail in WoodRate it:
How many times these low feet staggeredRate it:
How noteless Men, and Pleiads, standRate it:
How sick—to wait—in any place—but thineRate it:
How the old Mountains drip with SunsetRate it:
How the Waters closed above HimRate it:
How well I knew Her notRate it:
I am alive—I guessRate it:
I am ashamed—I hideRate it:
I asked no other thingRate it:
I breathed enough to learn the trick,Rate it:
I bring an unaccustomed wineRate it:
I Came to buy a smile—todayRate it:
I can wade GriefRate it:
I can't tell you—but you feel itRate it:
I cannot be ashamedRate it:
I cannot buy it—'tis not soldRate it:
I cannot dance upon my ToesRate it:
I cannot live with You (No. 640)Rate it:
I cautious, scanned my little lifeRate it:
I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind toRate it:
I could die—to knowRate it:
I could not drink it, SweetRate it:
I could not prove the Years had feetRate it:
I could suffice for Him, I knewRate it:
I cried at Pity—not at PainRate it:
I cross till I am wearyRate it:
I Died For BeautyRate it:
I died for beauty but was scarceRate it:
I dreaded that first Robin, soRate it:
I dwell in PossibilityRate it:
I envy Seas, whereon He ridesRate it:
I fear a Man of frugal SpeechRate it:
I felt a cleaving in my mindRate it:
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)Rate it:
I felt my life with both my handsRate it:
I found the phrase to every thoughtRate it:
I gained it soRate it:
I got so I could take his nameRate it:
I had a guinea goldenRate it:
I had been hungry all the years-Rate it:
I had no Cause to be awakeRate it:
I had no time to HateRate it:
I had no time to hate, becauseRate it:
I had not minded—WallsRate it:
I had some things that I called mineRate it:
I had the Glory—that will doRate it:
I have a Bird in springRate it:
I have a King, who does not speakRate it:
I have never seenRate it:
I have never seen "Volcanoes"Rate it:
I haven't told my garden yetRate it:
I heard a fly buzz when I died;Rate it:
I held a Jewel in my fingersRate it:
I hide myself within my flowerRate it:
I keep my pledgeRate it:
I know a place where summer strivesRate it:
I know lives, I could missRate it:
I know some lonely Houses off the RoadRate it:
I know that He existsRate it:
I know where Wells grow—Droughtless WellsRate it:
I learned—at least—what Home could beRate it:
I like a look of AgonyRate it:
I like to see it lap the miles,Rate it:
I live with Him—I see His faceRate it:
I lived on DreadRate it:
I lived on dread; to those who knowRate it:
I lost a World - the other day!Rate it:
I made slow Riches but my GainRate it:
I make His Crescent fill or lackRate it:
I many times thought Peace had comeRate it:
I meant to find Her when I cameRate it:
I meant to have but modest needsRate it:
I measure every Grief I meet (561)Rate it:
I ment to find her when I came;Rate it:
I met a King this afternoon!Rate it:
I never felt at Home—BelowRate it:
I never hear the word 'escape'Rate it:
I never lost as much but twiceRate it:
I Never Saw a MoorRate it:
I never told the buried goldRate it:
I often passed the villageRate it:
I pay—in Satin CashRate it:
I play at Riches—to appeaseRate it:
I prayed, at first, a little GirlRate it:
I read my sentence—steadilyRate it:
I reason, Earth is shortRate it:
I reckon—when I count it allRate it:
I robbed the WoodsRate it:
I rose—because He sankRate it:
I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitchedRate it:
I see thee better—in the DarkRate it:
I send Two SunsetsRate it:
I shall keep singing!Rate it:
I shall know why—when Time is overRate it:
I should have been too glad, I seeRate it:
I should not dare to leave my friendRate it:
I showed her Heights she never sawRate it:
I sing to use the WaitingRate it:
I sometimes drop it, for a QuickRate it:
I started Early - Took my DogRate it:
I stepped from plank to plankRate it:
I stole them from a BeeRate it:
I taste a liquor never brewedRate it:
I tend my flowers for theeRate it:
I think I was enchantedRate it:
I think just how my shape will riseRate it:
I think the Hemlock likes to standRate it:
I think the longest Hour of allRate it:
I think to Live—may be a BlissRate it:
I tie my Hat—I crease my ShawlRate it:
I took my Power in my HandRate it:
I tried to think a lonelier ThingRate it:
I want—it pleaded—All its life—Rate it:
I was the slightest in the HouseRate it:
I watched the Moon around the House (629)Rate it:
I went to heaven,--Rate it:
I went to thank HerRate it:
I would distil a cupRate it:
I would not paint—a pictureRate it:
I years had been from home,Rate it:
I'll clutch—and clutchRate it:
I'll send the feather from my Hat!Rate it:
I'mRate it:
I'm "wife"—I've finished thatRate it:
I'm ceded—I've stopped being TheirsRate it:
I'm nobody! Who are you?Rate it:
I'm saying every dayRate it:
I'm sorry for the Dead—TodayRate it:
I'm the littleRate it:
I'm the little "Heart's Ease"Rate it:
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimesRate it:
I've known a Heaven, like a TentRate it:
I've none to tell me to but TheeRate it:
I've nothing else—to bring, You knowRate it:
I've seen a Dying EyeRate it:
Ideals are the Fairly OilRate it:
If any sink, assure that this, now standingRate it:
If anybody's friend be deadRate it:
If Blame be my side—forfeit MeRate it:
If He were living—dare I askRate it:
If I can stop one heart from breaking,Rate it:
If I could bribe them by a RoseRate it:
If I may have it, when it's deadRate it:
If I should cease to bring a RoseRate it:
If I should dieRate it:
If I shouldn't be aliveRate it:
If I'm lost—nowRate it:
If it had no pencilRate it:
If pain for peace preparesRate it:
If recollecting were forgettingRate it:
If she had been the MistletoeRate it:
If the foolish, call them "flowers"Rate it:
If this is "fading"Rate it:
If those I loved were lostRate it:
If What we could—were what we wouldRate it:
If you were coming in the fall,Rate it:
If your Nerve, deny youRate it:
In Ebon Box, when years have flownRate it:
In falling Timbers buriedRate it:
In lands I never saw—they sayRate it:
In rags mysterious as theseRate it:
In Winter in my RoomRate it:
Inconceivably solemn!Rate it:
Is Bliss then, such AbyssRate it:
Is it dead—Find itRate it:
Is it true, dear Sue?Rate it:
It always felt to me—a wrongRate it:
It bloomed and dropt, a Single NoonRate it:
It can't be "Summer"!Rate it:
It ceased to hurt me, though so slowRate it:
It did not surprise meRate it:
It don't sound so terrible—quite—as it didRate it:
It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --Rate it:
It dropped so low in my regardRate it:
It feels a shame to be AliveRate it:
It is a lonesome GleeRate it:
It is an honorable thought,Rate it:
It is easy to work when the soul is at playRate it:
It knew no lapse, nor DiminuationRate it:
It knew no MedicineRate it:
It makes no difference abroadRate it:
It might be lonelierRate it:
It sifts from Leaden SievesRate it:
It struck me every dayRate it:
It tossed—and tossedRate it:
It troubled me as once I wasRate it:
It was a Grave, yet bore no StoneRate it:
It was given to me by the GodsRate it:
It was not death, for I stood up,Rate it:
It was too late for ManRate it:
It will be Summer—eventuallyRate it:
It would have starved a GnatRate it:
It would never be Common—more—I saidRate it:
It's all I have to bring todayRate it:
It's coming—the postponeless CreatureRate it:
It's easy to invent a LifeRate it:
It's like the light, --Rate it:
It's such a little thing to weepRate it:
It's thoughts—and just One HeartRate it:
I’ll tell you how the sun roseRate it:
Jesus! thy CrucifixRate it:
Joy to have merited the PainRate it:
Just as He spoke it from his HandsRate it:
Just lost, when I was saved!Rate it:
Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless youRate it:
Knows how to forget!Rate it:
Least Bee that brewRate it:
Least Rivers—docile to some seaRate it:
Let Us play YesterdayRate it:
Life—is what we make of itRate it:
Light is sufficient to itselfRate it:
Like eyes that looked on WastesRate it:
Like Flowers, that heard the news of DewsRate it:
Like her the Saints retireRate it:
Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the RedRate it:
Like Some Old fashioned MiracleRate it:
Like trains of cars on tracks of plushRate it:
Love reckons by itself—aloneRate it:
Love—is anterior to LifeRate it:
Love—thou art highRate it:
Love—is anterior to LifeRate it:
Love—is that Later Thing than DeathRate it:
Love—thou art highRate it:
Low at my problem bendingRate it:
Make me a picture of the sunRate it:
Mama never forgets her birdsRate it:
Many a phrase has the English languageRate it:
Many cross the RhineRate it:
Me from Myself—to banishRate it:
Me prove it now—Whoever doubtRate it:
Me! Come! My dazzled faceRate it:
Me, change! Me, alter!Rate it:
Midsummer, was it, when They diedRate it:
Mine—by the Right of the White Election!Rate it:
More Life—went out—when He wentRate it:
Morning—is the place for DewRate it:
Morning—meansRate it:
Morns like these—we partedRate it:
Most she touched me by her mutenessRate it:
Much Madness is divinest SenseRate it:
Musicians wrestle everywhereRate it:
Must be a WoeRate it:
Mute thy CoronationRate it:
My best Acquaintances are thoseRate it:
My Eye is fuller than my vaseRate it:
My Faith is larger than the HillsRate it:
My first well Day—since many illRate it:
My friend attacks my friend!Rate it:
My friend must be a BirdRate it:
My Garden—like the BeachRate it:
My life closed twiceRate it:
My life had stoodRate it:
My nosegays are for captives;Rate it:
My period had come for PrayerRate it:
My Portion is Defeat—todayRate it:
My Reward for Being, was ThisRate it:
My River runs to theeRate it:
My Soul—accused me—And I quailedRate it:
My wheel is in the darkRate it:
My Worthiness is all my DoubtRate it:
Myself was formed—a CarpenterRate it:
Nature and God—I neither knewRate it:
Nature is what we see—Rate it:
Nature the gentlest mother isRate it:
Nature—sometimes sears a SaplingRate it:
Nature, the gentlest mother,Rate it:
Nature—sometimes sears a SaplingRate it:
Never for SocietyRate it:
New feet within my garden goRate it:
No Bobolink—reverse His SingingRate it:
No Crowd that has occurredRate it:
No Man can compass a DespairRate it:
No matter—now—SweetRate it:
No Notice gave She, but a ChangeRate it:
No Other can reduceRate it:
No Prisoner beRate it:
No Rack can torture meRate it:
No Romance sold untoRate it:
Nobody knows this little RoseRate it:
None can experience stingRate it:
Noon—is the Hinge of DayRate it:
NotRate it:
Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waitsRate it:
Not all die early, dying youngRate it:
Not in this world to see his faceRate it:
Not probable—The barest ChanceRate it:
Not that We did, shall be the testRate it:
Of all the souls that stand createRate it:
Of all the Sounds despatched abroadRate it:
Of Being is a BirdRate it:
Of Consciousness, her awful MateRate it:
Of Course—I prayedRate it:
Of nearness to her sundered ThingsRate it:
Of Silken Speech and Specious ShoeRate it:
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?Rate it:
Of Tribulation, these are TheyRate it:
On such a night, or such a nightRate it:
On that dear Frame the Years had wornRate it:
On this long storm the Rainbow roseRate it:
On this wondrous seaRate it:
Once more, my now bewildered DoveRate it:
One and One—are OneRate it:
One Anguish—in a CrowdRate it:
One Blessing had I than the restRate it:
One dignity delays for allRate it:
One Life of so much Consequence!Rate it:
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,Rate it:
One Sister have I in our houseRate it:
One Year ago—jots what?Rate it:
Only a Shrine, but MineRate it:
Only God—detect the SorrowRate it:
Our journey had advanced;Rate it:
Our little Kinsmen—after RainRate it:
Our Lives Are SwissRate it:
Our share of night to bearRate it:
Ourselves were wed one summer—dearRate it:
Over and over, like a TuneRate it:
Over the fenceRate it:
PainRate it:
Pain Has An ElementRate it:
Pain has an element of blank;Rate it:
Pain—expands the TimeRate it:
Pain—has an Element of BlankRate it:
Papa above!Rate it:
Partake as doth the BeeRate it:
Patience—has a quiet OuterRate it:
Peace is a fiction of our FaithRate it:
Perhaps I Asked Too LargeRate it:
Perhaps you think me stoopingRate it:
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flowerRate it:
Poor little Heart!Rate it:
Portraits are to daily facesRate it:
Prayer is the little implementRate it:
Precious to Me—She still shall beRate it:
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawnRate it:
Promise This—When You be DyingRate it:
PublicationRate it:
Publication—is the AuctionRate it:
Purple—is fashionable twiceRate it:
Put up my lute!Rate it:
Read—Sweet—how others—stroveRate it:
Rehearsal to OurselvesRate it:
Removed from Accident of LossRate it:
Rest at NightRate it:
Reverse cannot befallRate it:
Ribbons of the YearRate it:
Robbed by Death—but that was easyRate it:
Safe in their alabaster chambers,Rate it:
Savior! I've no one else to tellRate it:
Severer Service of myselfRate it:
Sexton! My Master's sleeping hereRate it:
She bore it till the simple veinsRate it:
She died at playRate it:
She died—this was the way she diedRate it:
She dwelleth in the GroundRate it:
She hideth Her the lastRate it:
She lay as if at playRate it:
She rose to His RequirementRate it:
She slept beneath a treeRate it:
She sped as Petals of a RoseRate it:
She staked her Feathers—Gained an ArcRate it:
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,Rate it:
She went as quiet as the DewRate it:
She's happy, with a new ContentRate it:
Shells from the Coast mistakingRate it:
Should you but fail at—SeaRate it:
Sic transit gloria mundiRate it:
Size circumscribes—it has no roomRate it:
Sleep is supposed to beRate it:
Smiling back from CoronationRate it:
Snow beneath whose chilly softnessRate it:
Snow flakesRate it:
So bashful when I spied her!Rate it:
So from the mouldRate it:
So glad we are—a Stranger'd deemRate it:
So has a Daisy vanishedRate it:
So much SummerRate it:
So proud she was to dieRate it:
So set its Sun in TheeRate it:
So the Eyes accost—and sunderRate it:
So well that I can live withoutRate it:
Soil of Flint, if steady tilledRate it:
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to ChurchRate it:
Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!Rate it:
Some such Butterfly be seenRate it:
Some things that fly there beRate it:
Some—Work for ImmortalityRate it:
Some, too fragile for winter windsRate it:
Some—Work for ImmortalityRate it:
Soto! Explore thyself!Rate it:
Soul, Wilt thou toss again?Rate it:
South Winds jostle themRate it:
Sown in dishonorRate it:
Speech—is a prank of Parliament—Rate it:
Split the Lark—and you'll find the MusicRate it:
Spring is the PeriodRate it:
Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing MindsRate it:
Struck, was I, not yet by LightningRate it:
Success is Counted SweetestRate it:
Such is the Force of HappinessRate it:
Summer for thee, grant I may beRate it:
Sunset at Night—is naturalRate it:
Superfluous were the SunRate it:
Surgeons must be very carefulRate it:
Suspense—is Hostiler than DeathRate it:
Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lieRate it:
Sweet—safe—HousesRate it:
Sweet—You forgot—but I rememberedRate it:
Sweet, to have had them lostRate it:
Sweet—You forgot—but I rememberedRate it:
T was just this time last year I died.Rate it:
Take your Heaven further onRate it:
Taking up the fair IdealRate it:
Talk with prudence to a BeggarRate it:
Teach Him—When He makes the namesRate it:
Tell All The TruthRate it:
That Distance was between UsRate it:
That first Day, when you praised Me, SweetRate it:
That I did always loveRate it:
That is solemn we have endedRate it:
The Admirations—and Contempts—of timeRate it:
The Angle of a LandscapeRate it:
The Battle fought between the SoulRate it:
The Bee is not afraid of meRate it:
The Beggar Lad—dies earlyRate it:
The Bible is an antique VolumeRate it:
The Bird must sing to earn the CrumbRate it:
The Birds begun at Four o'clockRate it:
The Birds reported from the SouthRate it:
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his sideRate it:
The Body grows withoutRate it:
The Brain—is wider than the SkyRate it:
The Brain, within its GrooveRate it:
The Brain—is wider than the SkyRate it:
The bustle in a houseRate it:
The bustle in a houseRate it:
The ChariotRate it:
The Chemical convictionRate it:
The Child's faith is newRate it:
The Color of a Queen, is thisRate it:
The Color of the Grave is GreenRate it:
The Court is far awayRate it:
The cricket sang,Rate it:
The Daisy follows soft the SunRate it:
The Day Came SlowRate it:
The Day that I was crownedRate it:
The Day undressed—HerselfRate it:
The Definition of Beauty isRate it:
The difference between DespairRate it:
The Doomed—regard the SunriseRate it:
The Drop, that wrestles in the SeaRate it:
The Dust behind I strove to joinRate it:
The dying need but little, dear,--Rate it:
The face I carry with me—lastRate it:
The feet of people walking homeRate it:
The Fingers of the LightRate it:
The first Day that I was a LifeRate it:
The first Day's Night had comeRate it:
The Flower must not blame the BeeRate it:
The Future—never spokeRate it:
The Gentian weaves her fringesRate it:
The good Will of a FlowerRate it:
The Grace—Myself—might not obtainRate it:
The Grass so little has to doRate it:
The Guest is gold and crimsonRate it:
The hallowing of PainRate it:
The heart asks pleasure firstRate it:
The Heart has narrow BanksRate it:
The Heaven vests for EachRate it:
The Himmaleh was known to stoopRate it:
The Hollows round His eager EyesRate it:
The Judge is like the OwlRate it:
The Juggler's Hat her Country isRate it:
The Lady feeds Her little BirdRate it:
The Lamp burns sure—withinRate it:
The last Night that She livedRate it:
The Leaves like Women interchangeRate it:
The Loneliness One dare not soundRate it:
The lonesome for they know not WhatRate it:
The Love a Life can show BelowRate it:
The Malay—took the PearlRate it:
The Manner of its DeathRate it:
The Martyr Poets—did not tellRate it:
The Missing All—prevented MeRate it:
The Months have ends—the Years—a knotRate it:
The Moon was but a Chin of GoldRate it:
The Morning after WoeRate it:
The morns are meeker than they wereRate it:
The Mountain sat upon the PlainRate it:
The Mountains—grow unnoticedRate it:
The Murmur of a BeeRate it:
The Mystery of PainRate it:
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.Rate it:
The Night was wide, and furnished scantRate it:
The One who could repeat the Summer dayRate it:
The only ghost I ever sawRate it:
The Only News I knowRate it:
The Outer—from the InnerRate it:
The pedigree of honeyRate it:
The Poets light but LampsRate it:
The power to be true to YouRate it:
The Province of the SavedRate it:
The Railway TrainRate it:
The rainbow never tells meRate it:
The Red—Blaze—is the MorningRate it:
The Robin for the CrumbRate it:
The Robin is the OneRate it:
The Robin's my Criterion for TuneRate it:
The Rose did caper on her cheekRate it:
The Service without HopeRate it:
The show is not the show,Rate it:
The Skies can't keep their secret!Rate it:
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,Rate it:
The Soul has Bandaged momentsRate it:
The Soul Selects Her Own SocietyRate it:
The Soul that hath a GuestRate it:
The Soul unto itself (683)Rate it:
The Soul's distinct connectionRate it:
The Soul's Superior instantsRate it:
The Spider holds a Silver BallRate it:
The Spirit is the Conscious EarRate it:
The Sun and Moon must make their hasteRate it:
The Sun is gay or starkRate it:
The Sun kept setting—setting—stillRate it:
The Sun kept stooping—stoopingRate it:
The Sunrise runs for BothRate it:
The Sunset stopped on CottagesRate it:
The Sun—just touched the MorningRate it:
The sweetest Heresy receivedRate it:
The Test of Love—is DeathRate it:
The thought beneath so slight a filmRate it:
The Tint I cannot take—is bestRate it:
The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swungRate it:
The Truth—is stirlessRate it:
The Veins of other FlowersRate it:
The Way I read a Letter's—thisRate it:
The White HeatRate it:
The Whole of it came not at onceRate it:
The Wind begun to knead the GrassRate it:
The wind begun to rock the grassRate it:
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard—todayRate it:
The wind trapped like a tired man,Rate it:
The Winters are so shortRate it:
The WoodpeckerRate it:
The World—feels DustyRate it:
The World—stands—solemner—to meRate it:
The World—stands—solemner—to meRate it:
The Zeroes—taught us—PhosphorousRate it:
Their Height in Heaven comforts notRate it:
There are two Ripenings—one—of sightRate it:
There came a Day at Summer's fullRate it:
There came a Wind like a BugleRate it:
There is a finished feelingRate it:
There is a flower that Bees preferRate it:
There is a June when Corn is cutRate it:
There is a Languor of the LifeRate it:
There is a morn by men unseenRate it:
There is a pain—so utterRate it:
There is a Shame of NoblenessRate it:
There is a wordRate it:
There is an arid PleasureRate it:
There is another skyRate it:
There is no frigate like a bookRate it:
There's a certain Slant of light (258)Rate it:
There's been a death in the opposite houseRate it:
There's something quieter than sleepRate it:
These are the days when Birds come backRate it:
These tested Our HorizonRate it:
These—saw VisionsRate it:
They ask but our DelightRate it:
They called me to the Window, forRate it:
They dropped like flakesRate it:
They have a little Odor—that to meRate it:
They leave us with the InfiniteRate it:
They put Us far apartRate it:
They say that 'time assuages,Rate it:
They Shut Me Up in ProseRate it:
They won't frown always—some sweet DayRate it:
This Bauble was preferred of BeesRate it:
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my lifeRate it:
This Consciousness that is awareRate it:
This Dust, and its FeatureRate it:
This heart that broke so longRate it:
This is a Blossom of the BrainRate it:
This is my letter to the world,Rate it:
This is the land the sunset washes,Rate it:
This Merit hath the worstRate it:
This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and LadiesRate it:
This that would greet—an hour agoRate it:
This was a Poet—It is ThatRate it:
This was in the White of the YearRate it:
This World is not ConclusionRate it:
This—is the land—the Sunset washesRate it:
Tho' I get home how late—how lateRate it:
Tho' my destiny be FustianRate it:
Those fair—fictitious PeopleRate it:
Those who have been in the Grave the longestRate it:
Three times—we parted—Breath—and IRate it:
Through lane it lay—through brambleRate it:
Through the Dark Sod—as EducationRate it:
Through the strait pass of sufferingRate it:
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,Rate it:
Till Death—is narrow LovingRate it:
Time feels so vast that were it notRate it:
To be alive—is PowerRate it:
To die—takes just a little whileRate it:
To fight aloud, is very braveRate it:
To fill a GapRate it:
To hang our head—ostensiblyRate it:
To hear an Oriole singRate it:
To interrupt His Yellow PlanRate it:
To know just how He suffered—would be dearRate it:
To learn the Transport by the PainRate it:
To lose one's faith—surpassRate it:
To love thee Year by YearRate it:
To make a prairie (1755)Rate it:
To make One's Toilette—after DeathRate it:
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;Rate it:
To my small Hearth His fire cameRate it:
To offer brave assistanceRate it:
To One denied the drinkRate it:
To own the Art within the SoulRate it:
To put this World down, like a BundleRate it:
To this World she returnedRate it:
To venerate the simple daysRate it:
Too little way the House must lieRate it:
TrainRate it:
Triumph—may be of several kindsRate it:
Trust in the UnexpectedRate it:
Truth—is as old as GodRate it:
Twas Crisis—All the length had passedRate it:
Twas such a little—little boatRate it:
Twice had Summer her fair VerdureRate it:
Two butterflies went out at noonRate it:
Two swimmers wrestled on the sparRate it:
Two Travellers perishing in SnowRate it:
Two—were immortal twiceRate it:
Uncertain lease—develops lustreRate it:
Under the Light, yet underRate it:
Undue Significance a starving man attachesRate it:
Unfulfilled to ObservationRate it:
Unit, like Death, for Whom?Rate it:
Unto like Story—Trouble has enticed meRate it:
Unto Me? I do not know you—Rate it:
Unto my Books—so good to turnRate it:
Upon Concluded LivesRate it:
Victory comes lateRate it:
Wait till the Majesty of DeathRate it:
Water, is taught by thirstRate it:
We can but follow to the SunRate it:
We Cover Thee—Sweet FaceRate it:
We do not play on GravesRate it:
We don't cry—Tim and IRate it:
We dream—it is good we are dreamingRate it:
We learned the Whole of LoveRate it:
We like march, his shoes are purple,Rate it:
We lose—because we winRate it:
We met as Sparks—Diverging FlintsRate it:
We miss Her, not because We seeRate it:
We outgrow love, like other thingsRate it:
We play at paste,Rate it:
We pray—to HeavenRate it:
We see—ComparativelyRate it:
We talked as Girls doRate it:
We thirst at first—'tis Nature's ActRate it:
Went up a year this evening!Rate it:
Wert Thou but ill—that I might show theeRate it:
We—Bee and I—live by the quaffingRate it:
What care the Dead, for ChanticleerRate it:
What I see not, I better seeRate it:
What if I say I shall not wait!Rate it:
What Inn is thisRate it:
What is—Rate it:
What shall I do when the Summer troublesRate it:
What shall I do—it whimpers soRate it:
What Soft—Cherubic CreaturesRate it:
What would I give to see his face?Rate it:
When Bells stop ringing—Church—beginsRate it:
When Diamonds are a LegendRate it:
When I count the seedsRate it:
When I have seen the Sun emergeRate it:
When I hoped, I recollectRate it:
When I was small, a Woman diedRate it:
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her sideRate it:
When Night is almost doneRate it:
When One has given up One's lifeRate it:
When Roses cease to bloom, SirRate it:
When the Astronomer stops seekingRate it:
When we stand on the tops of ThingsRate it:
Where bells no more affright the mornRate it:
Where I have lost, I softer treadRate it:
Where Ships of Purple—gently tossRate it:
Where Thou art—that—is HomeRate it:
Whether my bark went down at seaRate it:
While Asters—Rate it:
While it is aliveRate it:
Who Court obtain within HimselfRate it:
Who Giants know, with lesser MenRate it:
Who never lost, are unpreparedRate it:
Who occupies this House?Rate it:
Whose are the little beds, I askedRate it:
Whose cheek is this?Rate it:
Why do I love You, Sir?Rate it:
Why make it doubt—it hurts it soRate it:
Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?Rate it:
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!Rate it:
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!Rate it:
Will there really be a "Morning"?Rate it:
With thee, in the DesertRate it:
Within my Garden, rides a BirdRate it:
Within my reach!Rate it:
Without this—there is noughtRate it:
Wolfe demanded during dyingRate it:
Woodpecker, TheRate it:
Would you like summer? Taste of oursRate it:
You cannot put a Fire outRate it:
You constituted TimeRate it:
You know that Portrait in the MoonRate it:
You left me—Sire—two LegaciesRate it:
You love the Lord—you cannot seeRate it:
You said that IRate it:
You see I cannot see—your lifetimeRate it:
You taught me Waiting with MyselfRate it:
You'll find—it when you try to dieRate it:
You'll know Her—by Her FootRate it:
You'll know it—as you know 'tis NoonRate it:
You're right—Rate it:
Your Riches—taught me—PovertyRate it:

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