'TIS opposites entice, …
Emily Dickinson
’TIS so much joy! ’Tis so much joy! …
’TWAS comfort in her dying room …
’TWAS later when the summer went …
'TWAS the old road …
'TWAS warm at first like us, …
WHY do I love thee, Sir? …
“Faith” is a fine invention …
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - …
A Bird, came down the Walk - …
A narrow Fellow in the Grass …
A not admitting of the wound …
After great pain, a formal feeling comes - …
All overgrown by cunning moss, …
Banish Air from Air - …
Because I could not stop for Death - …
Crumbling is not an instant's Act …
Fame is the one that does not stay - …
Forever - is composed of Nows - …
Glass was the Street - in Tinsel Peril …
Grief is a Mouse - …
Heaven is what I cannot reach! …
HEAVEN has different signs to me; …
“HEAVENLY Father,” take to thee …
I dwell in Possibility - …
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, …
I have never seen "Volcanoes" - …
I heard a Fly buzz - when I died - …
I like to see it lap the Miles - …
I never hear that one is dead …
I never hear the word “Escape” …
I started Early - Took my Dog - …
I would not paint - a picture - …
I'm Nobody! Who are you? …
In this short Life that only lasts an hour …
It sifts from Leaden Sieves - …
It was not Death, for I stood up, …
Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip, …
Mine - by the Right of the White Election! …
Much Madness is divinest Sense - …
NATURE is what we see, …
Now I knew I lost her - …
Of Glory not a Beam is left …
Publication - is the Auction …
“REMEMBER me,” implored the Thief— …
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers - …
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church - …
Success is counted sweetest …
Surgeons must be very careful …
Tell all the truth but tell it slant - …
The Bustle in a House …
The morns are meeker than they were - …
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants - …
The Poets light but Lamps - …
The Props assist the House …
The Soul has Bandaged moments - …
There's a certain Slant of light, …
There’s been a Death, in the Opposite House, …
They shut me up in Prose - …
This World is not Conclusion. …