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Emily Dickinson
It’s Such A Little Thing To Weep
What Shall I Do When The Summer Troubles
What If I Say I Shall Not Wait!
No Rack Can Torture Me
Time Feels So Vast That Were It Not
A Sloop of Amber slips away
One Anguish—in A Crowd
I Could Die—to Know
Tis Little I Could Care For Pearls
Read—sweet—how Others—strove
The Juggler’s Hat Her Country Is
He Strained My Faith
The Sun Is Gay Or Stark
Over And Over, Like A Tune
The Red—blaze—is The Morning
There’s Something Quieter Than Sleep
No Romance Sold Unto
One Blessing Had I Than The Rest
Who Occupies This House?
The Veins Of Other Flowers
Many Cross The Rhine
There Is A Languor Of The Life
The World—stands—solemner—to Me
I’ve Heard An Organ Talk, Sometimes
We Talked As Girls Do
When One Has Given Up One’s Life
I Had Some Things That I Called Mine
She Went As Quiet As The Dew
Her Sweet Turn To Leave The Homestead
Wolfe Demanded During Dying
Her—
This Heart That Broke So Long
She Bore It Till The Simple Veins
The Woodpecker
Perhaps You’d Like To Buy A Flower
Joy To Have Merited The Pain
I’m
Good Night, Because We Must
Of Being Is A Bird
We Cover Thee—sweet Face
Should You But Fail At—sea
Ourselves Were Wed One Summer—dear
We Thirst At First—’Tis Nature’s Act
Pain Has An Element
I Had The Glory—that Will Do
Tis Sunrise — Little Maid — Hast Thou
Not “revelation”—’tis—that Waits
I Think The Hemlock Likes To Stand
If He Dissolve—then—there Is Nothing
Portraits Are To Daily Faces
Tis One By One – The Father Counts
The Poets Light But Lamps
So The Eyes Accost—and Sunder
He Told A Homely Tale
His Feet Are Shod With Gauze
His Bill An Auger Is
Soil Of Flint, If Steady Tilled
If This Is “Fading”
Not All Die Early, Dying Young
When We Stand On The Tops Of Things
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